Author: Oana

Kate Hopkins, you are an idiot!

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You like this sort of language and you bask in the impact it has on an audience so, what the heck, I will use it in my imaginary conversation to you. I know you like to create controversy. It has become your exclusive line of work. I have ignored your existence and your vile comments regarding numerous subjects close to my heart. Like mental health, for example. Until now. Despite your numerous attempts to grasp my attention via an overindulging media. Overindulging of idiocy, crass lack of manners and respect for your fellow human beings. But hey, just like you have plenty to say, so have I. So I will play your game. In your “manner”(to read, total lack of). So, as an ignorant white middle-class female with a posh English accent, whose world revolves around, I assume, the tabloids covering your badmouthing of honest folk, you went there and launched a tirade against immigrants. Following a boat capsizing in the Mediterranean and killing 400 people, babies and children included. (Oh, by the way, after …

Dear Dalriada Doctor-Part 2

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I had to let the ripples settle before I wrote this. Exactly two weeks ago, I had my first post ever going viral. My “Dear Dalriada Doctor” was seen by 25,000 people in the first three days after being published and was shared over 3000 times! Upon publication, I was almost immediately approached by a number of prestigious local magazines and national newspapers who wanted to interview me and give me a chance to speak on the subject. I was taken aback by the attention, to be honest with you. That evening, I wrote my post as I usually do, out of frustration and as a means to release my emotions and allow my mind to reach a point of rest. The best outcome by far has been being contacted(as a direct result of the post) by many Northern Irish mothers whose children have been affected by cancer and several of the dear CHU nurses we got to know during Georgie’s hospitalisation. Many women also reached out and shared their equally frustrating medical encounters with …

Grieving journey

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I haven’t written about our grieving journey for a while. But I live with grief, as an unwelcome foe that has been forced into my life. I cannot shake the reality of it. Oh, how I wish! I know that I have written before about the do’s and don’ts when it comes to dealing with grieving parents. Recently, I have felt the need of a new post, to include new strategies for coping with it and also hurtful things you SHOULD NEVER say to a hurting parent. 1. Don’t say “I could become like you by spending too much time in your company.” I get it, it is depressing and off putting to watch someone mop around over their dead child. But guess what? We did not choose to be in this position and I would give anything not to be here. Even my own life, to bring my child back and give him a future on this earth. 2. Don’t say: “I do not understand you.” We know that, we truly do. As bereaved …

Emma’s March reviews

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Emma has been very lucky lately and has been gifted, for reviewing purposes, loads and loads of wonderful books and interesting gadgets. I will start with the Little Tiger Press with whom we have started a beautiful collaboration recently and who have already sent Emma a couple of their brand new and very well designed items: Both the Animal Jigsaw and the What’s the Time, Clockodile? are aimed at children aged 3-5. I was a bit worried Emma would find the puzzle too easy but as you can see from the picture above, she used it as background for her jungle imaginary play. As for the book, I love the fact that the minutes are marked on the clock, I am assuming this will be a very useful tool in explaining time to Emma and her grasping the concept easily. Both the puzzle and the book are made out of robust cardboard and are beautifully illustrated and will catch the attention of both young and school children equally. Emma has also received two wonderful books …

#Better With Cake

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As you know, we left for France for our holidays shortly after Easter. Unfortunately, the Easter bunny(to read, our mailman) wasn’t on time bringing our lovely Mr. Kipling review cakes before we left. The good news was that upon arrival we had a lovely parcel full of yummies waiting to be devoured sampled. Since Emma has loved France and the whole travelling experience and is now very interested in anything French, I decided to play up with the theme a bit this morning. I included one of our Mr Kipling French fancies in her lunch box today, alongside the French flag and a Ratatouille water bottle we got in France. Because lunch boxes don’t have to be boring, even if they contain more or less the same thing every day. Because we don’t have to wait for the extraordinarily to happen to teach our children something new and exciting. And because, at the end of the day, life is always better with cake! This post is an entry for #BetterWithCake Linky Challenge, sponsored by Mr …