For many weeks I have been struggling with a poem, about my gran. The most amazing woman I know. Unfortunately, she is now a shell of the woman she was. Dementia has eaten everything that was her, away. Not that I want this to be a sad account, of one of the most amazing women I know. During writing the poem, I realised how amazing she was, I have so many stories to tell. Then Publishous posted this amazing prompt and it was written in the stars. Now was the time to tell the story of Stella Round a pioneer of her time.
For me, home is a person, not a place. My circuits have blown I know it’s self-imposed And all I have shared, and all I have loved Is all I’ll ever own But something has changed I feel so alive My life just blew up, I’d give it all up I’ll depressurize Oh, oh, oh, ten … Continue reading Home Is Where The Heart Is
Nature Versus Nurture — One of The Biggest Psychological Debates The debate between nature and nurture has been one that has fascinated me for many years. None more so than recently, as I watch my daughter grow. My daughter loves books and hates peas and dresses. I hate peas and dresses and love books. We are two peas in a pod, excuse the pun. We are a perfect genetic match, except we aren’t because she is my adopted daughter. This led me to think exactly how much of child development is nature and how much is nurture.
Her soul I know left years ago the shell remains even though I cry tears of anger and of woe Fly free my wise old owl and go A woman so brave and smart Who helped stop the UK fall apart Hitler came and tried our shore Gran stood firm and manned the store Amazing … Continue reading The Dementia of a Soul – Poetry
Children who play the system and ridiculous rules are only half of the story Five years ago, I was a foster parent. It is a part of my life, I have never shared through my writing before. This week though I sat down to write a short story and had to draw on some of my experiences. It took me back and made me reflect on the five years, I spent bringing up other people’s children. If you asked me now if I would do it again my answer would be no. If I could go back ten years, would I convince the younger me to embark on the profession? Sadly, my answer would still be no. These are my personal experiences, everyone’s journey is different. I am not advocating becoming a foster parent, as much as I am not trying to put anyone off. There are many positives to being a foster parent.
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.