I'm pretty sure that every decent parent worries that they're somehow screwing up their children. There's no such thing as a perfect parent and therefore no such thing as a perfect childhood. I absolutely know that Reid and I are trying our best, that we struggle to be patient even though we know it's unhelpful to be reactive. We shower our little boy with so much love though, and I have to hope against hope that this will be enough to help guide him as he grows and I hope he can always talk to us about the things he's going through. I know he's only little, he has so much growing and developing to do, but when things play on my mind, I just have to write about them - get it all out so I can try to look at things from a different perspective. Isaac has had a big year since turning three, and I was warned by lots of people that this was going to be a tough year as far as toddler antics, big emotions, lots of curiosity and rapid brain development. I do...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.