Down but not out!

My little  boy fell this week hurting himself in the process; kids do.  He regularly has grazed knees and bruised legs.  At some stage during our growth into adulthood we seem to lose the grazed knees; imperceptibly as we grow we seem to run and tumble less.  A friend recently fell and grazed her knee and realised how unusual this now was, we began to wonder at what age did we stop grazing our knees? In reality as adults we do still fall, but...

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Protecting by connecting

For thirty minutes this week our son was missing.  Thirty minutes isn’t long.  In normal time thirty minutes is never quite enough time, but in those moments when we didn’t know where he was it seemed like a huge amount of time. Our oldest daughter had gone to collect him from a club.  After waiting where she always waits for a while,  she figured that he had overrun.  She then went looking for him and grew increasingly concerned as...

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Beauty within brokeness

My seven year old son has struggled with seeing his mum go through grief.  For him his biggest experience of death has been his hamster dying.  Whilst I have tried to protect him from the realities of all I am feeling, there is also a sense that it is important for him to understand that life is made up of many moments, moments of celebration and joy, moments of laughter but also moments of sadness.  There is in life a time for everything:...

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