Photo credit: Megan Ellaby There is something about the walk to nursery to collect my son that makes me super emotional. It’s probably the other parents excitedly chatting to their children as they walk home. However, last week it made me think about something else. But let me tell you the story first. A mother and father were walking their toddler across the road hand-in-hand and a car beeped behind them just as they got to the pavement. It surprised the little man, and he s

Photo credit: Alienor Chartier Just under a month after he was born, I felt like I needed to get down what he meant to me at this point. So here is my poem that I wrote on 21st January 2025. The Inbetween Days Twenty twenty four The year I created and birthed you From a few cells to a human I felt your feet pushing against the outer edges of my skin Your palms pressing from the inside out Your heartbeat strong, fast and vulnerable like the wings of a butterfly Then one mornin

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A diary entry from our Editor. Photo Credit: Pinterest As my son approaches his first birthday, I am reminded that he has existed outside my body for just shy of a year. It's a strange reflection to have, given that becoming a mother is such an identity-defining moment. Not strange because it's uncommon - I imagine many mothers feel this way - but strange in its obscurity. This feeling is obscure because just a year ago, he existed only in my belly and mind. Two years ago, he