The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 068 – When I’m 83
In the latest episode I apologise for the break between podcasts due to my children being unwell. I then talk about when my daughter asked where I’ll be when she turns 83, and how it brought about a realisation of my own mortality. I discuss trying to explain death to my children when I struggle with the concept myself.
The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 067 – Apologies To My Second Born
Today I make apologies to my second born daughter. My new baby who isn’t my only priority like my first born was, is left to cry whilst I look after my other children, and will never experience the intensely close bond of living alone with just me.
In tonight’s episode I talk about how important it is that we talk about it when we’re finding it hard. How sharing your fears and vulnerabilities will ensure we don’t feel alone and can welcome the help we need from others around us, and how we weren’t supposed to go through the stress and worry of child rearing alone.
The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 059 – I’m Not A Disappointment
Tonight I talk about how my life got derailed and left me as a single mum on benefits, and how I was seen as a failure and a disappointment, but how my love of writing and my motivation to give my daughter a better life has started to turn things around as I work hard to achieve my goals.
The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 052 – Not The Best Mum I Can Be
Tonight I talk about how mums are always told that as long as you’re doing your best, that’s enough. But how sometimes I don’t do my best, because sometimes I need to just be selfish. Sometimes I just need time for myself.
The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 050 – Natural Mother
Tonight I talk about how I’m not someone who’s natural at parenting and I’m not someone who has always felt at home around children. I discuss the impact it has on me to be raising children when it doesn’t always feel like something I’m good at.
The Writer Mum Podcast – Episode 040 – Am I Joyce?
Tonight I talk about Joyce Summers, the TV mum I always swore I would never grow up to be… but how I have recently realised I’m actually mirroring a lot of her behaviour! Ironic really, considering I have a daughter named Buffy.