There is something I’ve discovered, no matter how hard I try, moments still only last a second. Over the last year I have tried really hard to soak up life but time still just flies by as moments effortlessly slip through my fingers, no matter how hard I grip or how deeply I breathe.
Life changes when you become a mum, even more so when your son has a disability. With any baby, normal run of the mill activities become calculated missions of precision and specialist equipment. Leaving the house takes two hours of planning and a boot-load of accessories. Going on holiday requires upsizing your car and is suddenly [...]
The debate about the ‘Down Syndrome Blood Test’ is raging. Unfortunately, I think a lot of it fails to question whether any blood test can accurately measure the value of a life.
Parenting a disabled child gets a bad press, so here is my Top 11 advantages to parenting a disabled child but there are many more.
12th October 2005 was Sam's birth day and my defining moment. 10 years ago today I had one of the toughest days of my life. My world was turned upside down and I became a mum. Motherhood is a magnifying glass. It amplifies your emotions, your strengths, your weaknesses and your LOVE. When you watch your [...]
Over sixty years ago twin daughters were removed from their mother. Last week my son performed at the London Palladium. This is the story of how my family went from the Asylum to the Palladium.
Nine years ago today I woke cloaked by darkness and breastfed my firstborn son. Within a couple of hours we bundled our infant into his pushchair and headed towards the train station. We began a journey of Truth with Hope travelling alongside. Sam had an appointment in London for an MRI scan of his brain. Our [...]
I have had a couple of weeks of things breaking down. Break Down #1 - The Washing Machine The kids hadn't gone back to school yet and my washing machine decided the best way to clean our clothes was to boil them. I was merrily busying myself in the kitchen when I noticed heat emanating from the [...]
The school bell tolled at the end of term. With boxing gloves in each hand, I heard my coach shout over the furore of the crowd. I was ready. The referee called us to the centre of the ring as I excitedly bounced on my tiptoes keen to begin. Finally, I lifted my head to see [...]