Stay with me

Rolling around on the floor by the doors to the decking, you tell me you are never moving out. “I want to stay with you guys for ever and ever. When I’m a grown-up. Even on Tuesdays and Thursdays”. I smile, say you’ll probably change your mind. A scowl, your next words turning into a…

Sowing the seeds of love

I am a terrible mother. My child is crying, standing outside in the rain and his tears, blue wellies, blue jacket shouting into the trees. I bought him seeds so he could have his own patch in the vegetable garden. When I told him, I’d ordered his own pack of seeds, his response “Awww. That’s…