When I was 34, I found out the chances of me having children was very low. It broke my heart into a million pieces. Throughout my early years, I had a life plan. I worked hard and got the career, I wanted. I was department head for a massive college, by the time I was 30. One of the youngest recorded department heads. I was getting married to someone, I thought, I could spend the rest of my life with. The next step was the children.
The constant fear I suffer as a parent. My little girl struggles with her social skills. She is two years old and isn’t talking. We are waiting for an appointment, for speech therapy. For her development, we agreed it was best if she started nursery, in an attempt to socialise her. She starts in September, I haven’t questioned it. Then I was scrolling through Facebook and saw a post about a child going to pre-school. Normal, logical post, great idea I thought and then bam it hit me. Crippling anxiety at the thought of my little girl going to nursery.
One line, not two do appear Another disappointment crashes here Next month I try without a fear Resisting doubt, a family dream to clear
Placing you against my ear I listen to far of shores collide As a child, you transported me to lands foreign With you, beside me, I was a traveller Keeping you beside me, kept me safe When life was bad, I travelled through you Back to those foreign shores Now I look for … Continue reading Faraway Shores – Poetry