Meditation, parenting and taking wins wherever they appear
I have lost count of the number of times I have forced my son to eat a good breakfast. "You'll run out of energy," I would say. "You won't be able to think."
Each day, he would shovel down the porridge or eggs almost but now quite rolling his eyes. Just another thing to do to make Mum happy.
This morning, he got up early to make himself poached eggs and bacon. I of course, thought he'd finally started listening to me. Wrong. Read more