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‘Are you scared Mummy?’
His question stopped me in my tracks. A peculiar sentence to leave my three year old’s lips. He’s stopped playing and stares into my eyes. I tread carefully not to upset him.
‘Yes.. but it’s okay to be frightened.’
‘Because all the bravest people are.’
It troubles me when people suggest he’s clueless to these changes. He may not fully understand but he’s intelligent. This ongoing feud has affected him in different ways and it breaks my heart that I can’t protect him. He craves control, plays people off against each other, packs a bag everywhere he goes and panics when I leave the room. If anything it makes me more determined to succeed. I am blessed and I have blossomed in ways I could not have imagined.
Becoming a Mother changed my fears. My earlier escapism through recklessness didn’t mean I wasn’t…
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