A taxi almost swerved into us. I panicked and shouted, “YOU IDIOT!”. I heard a slightly softer but firm voice that said, “No. You must not say that. You must be kind and loving always.” It was Cassidy.
To date, this post is one of the hardest that I’ve ever had to write. But I am choosing to tell it because it is written out of love and respect and a God given place of calm.
I’ve been reading “Bringing up Girls” by Dr James Dobson. – Thanks Mom. It's really helped on days your child reminds you a little of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and judgements come left, right and centre.
2:52am. My baby was seizing in front of my eyes. It was happening again. Was this the day I lost her?
Before I had Cassidy, I was under the impression that children’s keen perception levels were exaggerated. I always thought that they couldn’t possibly understand what was going on around them. Wrong.
What do you do when it’s that time of the month and if you are like me, want to eat everything under the sun? Well, I have a secret!
It’s June, can you believe it? I think my body knew it before my mind registered it. How you ask? The mid-year slump of course!
Yes, Cass gets a hiding on the odd occasion. But why did I feel like a bad mom explaining that to her teacher?
An increased amount of young children's lives were brutally cut short. I looked at Cassy in the rear view mirror, innocent and trusting, unable to fathom if I'd lost her.