All posts filed under: Writing

On the new year, expectations and reality

I wrote my last blog post for 2015 on the 22nd of December. Two weeks and three days off to enjoy a quiet Christmas time with Emma and Alex, to take a trip down to Dublin for a bit of sale shopping and rest; to ignore the cruel arrival of another year, which takes us even further away from the memories we have of Georgie. Life is never simple anymore when you have lost a child. Occasions that make others want to celebrate make bereaved parents retreat into their shell and wish it all away. Marital conflict stops being easy to mend with an apology and a kiss it better attitude. When you survive on little energy for lengthy periods of time, like any bereaved parent does, a “silly little” fight leaves you completely drained for absolute ages. I have found myself growing totally intolerant to small talk, to respecting social and religious rules and constraints and to pleasing people. Even the closest of people. People speak of a new persona emerging after loss and …

The evolution of toys through time

  House of Fraser released this Christmas a beautiful infographic showing how some of the most popular toys have evolved over the course of the past 50 years. I have found the facts in it fascinating, from Barbie having had over 150 careers in her existence (and sadly, a body makeover that has distanced it from reality!) to the evolution of the Nerf guns style and size to a set of collectible Hot Wheels selling for over $6,000 on eBay! The fact that so many toys have remained popular and evolved through the ages proves that once a good toy builds a reputation, its name alone has the potential to carry it through generations. To me, this infographic also proved a love affair that continues through generations and the fact that most parents will continue to buy popular brands for the sake of fond childhood memories. Do take a look yourself at the infographic and let me know what of the many facts included startled or impressed you, will you? Disclaimer: we were compensated to …

Santa’s Perfect Chair

“Dear Santa, I know that you have been working very hard this past few weeks. People think it is sort of adorable seeing babies and children all day, listening to their sweet little wishes and having your picture taken like a celebrity but I am sure your job comes with its own risks, as we have also seen lately. Only the other day, we saw you sprawled while on the job (and very uncomfortably looking so, too!) when this baby refused to wake in your presence! There are also the times when children refuse to accept the general concept of a benign Santa who wants them no harm and would burst your ear drums if placed within an arm length of you. I am sure putting a smile on your face after that can be quite taxing on your emotions! And what about all those pesky little ones who need to know if you are the real thing and prove it by pulling your carefully combed beard until your eyes water? And if we thought …

Elinens Bedding For Life Competition

I grew up with the smell of freshly ironed linen tightly interwoven with memories of celebrations, joy and fun. No matter how busy she would have been preparing for Christmas, my mum always ensured there was fresh linen smelling divinely on the beds on Christmas Eve. To us, as children, fresh, crisp bedding linen would have marked the beginning of the best season of the year, which entailed loads of home cooking, present opening and snow fighting. When I moved to the UK and especially after having Emma, I tried to instill the same sensory association in our little family. I change our bedding often and love to have it all tidily ironed and crisp when it goes on the beds. To me, for a fraction of a second, it is like being back in time and the delight of fresh linen never goes away. Elinens are a company after my own heart in this regard, as they do understand the powerful associations fresh linen can create and the sense of well being it can …

Halfords scooter tips and tricks guide

I was never a very sporty, active child but my Emma takes after her daddy and she is a ball of energy. Literally. I have many times struggled to keep up with her and her boundless drive to be constantly in motion. I have learned to plan our week accordingly as I know that by mid-week she would need to be out and doing something different and exciting. Yesterday, when I read the touching article BBC News had published in honour of Richard Taylor, the pro-athlete who tragically died when he was only 23, following a skating accident, I was able to relate so much to his parents’ account of how themselves had found it scary and exhausting at times, trying to guide his energy in the right direction! Energetic children live on adrenaline and many times cannot grasp the concept of danger that comes with speed. Other times, they just simply ignore it for the sake of the thrill. Constant reminders in the form of cool ads and safety gear that appeals to their …