Me? Average? Puhleeze!

I am average. Yet, I am so far removed from being average that it is just not funny. I have been mulling about averageness. About Taylor Swift’s fear of being like any one else. I have been listening to parents telling me about the extra-ordinary giftedness of their offspring and I have been comparing my…

Let your children be

When mister (almost) 9 was almost 2 years old I joined a Babes with Babies group. They sometimes invited ladies (older women) to come and talk to us young mummies (not the Egyptian kind – though we might have felt pretty dead from exhaustion some days) about raising children. One such granny-type lady (she had…

Talking in Periods

I iron Andy’s outfit for the day in the mornings, usually just after 6. This morning I was in the middle of a dream when he woke me to do the task.  No, I am not complaining, I am just giving you a bit of background for the scene that is about to develop. I…