No words can truly express how inspirational and courageous Nelson Mandela was. He lived a beautiful life and liberated millions of South African's from oppression. He set an example of how peaceful protest and forgiveness can change a nation. One thing that is sure his memory will live on in the hearts and minds of many. He leaves behind a legacy to look up to, one that I hope will be reflected throughout the generations.
Choosing who will be at the birth is a decision usually made in the early stages of pregnancy between both parents. Not every mum to be wants her partner watching her lady bits stretch to the point it looks like it's going to tear (sometimes it does). It is also true that not every father wants abuse hurled at him whilst his hand is squeezed into something resembling a discarded banana skin. It isn't written anywhere in the rule book that a father must be at the birth... To read the rest of this article click here and visit Wriggly Rascals alternatively click the badge below and sign up to read parenting tips and more.
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I've been a bit under the weather in recent weeks having caught a cold from little man that has somehow taken over my body so not only am I full of mucus but I have one blocked ear, a sore throat, back ache and a smokers cough, all in the run up to Christmas. Instead of getting excited by the festive season and shopping for the gifts to make it special for the children my shopping basket is lucky if it sees anything other than cough syrup and soup. I have however had plenty of time wrapped up on the sofa listening to news. I've heard countless news stories that have, in the least, had me shocked disgusted or saddened. There were the deaths of cyclist Roger William De Klert and motercyclist and father of two Shawn Swaby which happened in my local area. There were the 3 modern day 'slave' women 'freed' from a home in South London and there was the 11 year old girl who will become Britian's youngest mother. All of these had an impact on me but the story that had me sick to my stomach from the moment I heard the headline was that of the Italian woman forced to have her baby removed by c-section and taken from her. I don't usually swear but WHAT THE F*&K! I thought it was horrible when I had to have an emergency c-section, I cried, I felt afraid but I knew this was what was best for me and little man at the time. I can't even begin to understand what this woman must have went through when she woke up, likely in pain and unable to move very much with a catheter attached to her and in an unfamiliar environment only to be told her baby had been taken from her without her consent or knowledge. As reported in The Telegraph, John Hemming MP said, "I think this has a fair chance of being the worse case of human-rights abuse I've ever seen. She wasn't being treated as a human being." I am praying there is a hell of a lot more to this story that the public is not yet privy to that can explain why having bipolar and a breakdown is reason enough to cut open a woman's body and 'steal' her child. What kind of precedent is this setting? That social services and the family courts can abuse women at will? That people suffering from mental health issues don't need support but immediate punishment? That the law is there to govern rather than protect? Surely, even if this woman were a danger to herself and her unborn child, there must have been another way. There are services to help pregnant drug addicts and alcoholics that mean they get the support they need to have their child in as healthy a way as possible, but this woman who has a recognised mental health issue is forced to undergo a c-section. Something is wrong here. This story brings me to tears every time I think about it but whatever the outcome, I hope that justice prevails.
The theme over at The Gallery this week is nature so we took the time to go and enjoy nature in one of our local parks we used a few of Emma Tapp (Center Parcs Whinfell Forest’s resident nature expert and Conservation Ranger's) tips, our 2 favourites being to play outside and to learn from the best. We chose Michael Rosen's 'We're going on a bear hunt' to read to Little Man which is fantastic for repetition and onomatopoeia and is one of his favourites. Although the park is local to us, it is driving distance so we jumped in the car.
To quote Robert Burns, "The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley."
First unexpected happening, Little Man vomits all over himself, the one time I forgot to pack spare clothes #mummyfail. Told the teen to catch little man's sick in the plastic bag we had our things in, including the camera #mummyfail. The final unexpected happening, I've only been to this particular park twice in a friends car and didn't really pay attention to the journey therefore we got lost and had to turn on the SatNav #mummyfail We did get to the park eventually and what a beautiful and inspiring park it is, we even got the teen to join in writing and she NEVER joins in, that's what autumn does for you :-)
So here is our autumn poem, the second to last stanza was Little Man's contribution and the last stanza, and most beautiful in my opinion, was written by the teen princess...
The Autumn leaves crumble beneath the soles of many shoes, we watch them drift from tree to floor, and wonder at their thoughts. They gather on the ground, each one a story could tell, of the magic that they saw before the season in which they fell. They witnessed the birth of spring, playful, honest, free. They felt the heat of summer, children playing happily. Their colours changed with the mood of autumn, from shades of green to fiery red, to bring a breath of warmth to the season as it chills, they light the path for winters music, and prepare for Santa's bells. The leaves go crunch, the swirly, whirly leaves I liken the leaves to soldiers fallen broken from the wars disregarded and forgotten taken for granted, trampled, torn.
This is my entry to the Center Parcs and Tots 100 November challenge. If I’m chosen, I would like to visit Woburn Forest Head over to The Gallery to see some more beautiful nature posts.
Kates listography is being hosted by mums the word this week and I've decided to join in with my top five game shows of the 80s/90s so here goes... Taking the top spot is blind date, which the teen princess has just informed me that she watched in HISTORY class, thanks for making me feel old princess :) I found a great comic relief episode and have included it it here for you!
At joint first, but number 2 for the purposes of the list, is the Crystal Maze, this fun filled adventure game had me and my brother glued to the TV and arguing over who we thought would win.
3. Family Fortunes, we were quite shallow with this one and always wanted the best looking family to win, no matter how clever the other family was.
4. wheel of fortune, we loved this game so much that my mum brought the board game to play at Christmas.
5. name that tune
So that concludes my list, why not join in and make your own list or head over to mum's the word to see what other peoples favourites are.