My own theories on the place of toy guns haven’t been put to the test yet, but the ever wise and thoughtful blue milk‘s have: Since that night I have been either giving up or making well-considered peace with him; I never can tell with my parenting. In my head I played with some of […]
One of the perils of parenthood is believing we’re in charge. I’m talking about how we can overestimate the influence we have on our kids. They look like blank slates when they come out, right? Gunky, wrinkly blank slates. Ready for us to clean up and write the story of their lives on. But of […]
I don’t think I was a perfectionist at kindergarten, but certainly by my first year or two of primary school I had begun the fear-based behaviours associated with the word. I was afraid of trying new things in case I couldn’t do them. I never learnt to play elastics or skipping or handstands at lunchtime, […]