Parent WhatsApp group

I’m so glad I’m not in a parent WhatsApp group.

I’m making the assumption that this could be a school set up? Correct me if I’m wrong.

I’m sure some home educators have them, I’m not in one of those either.

All I am reading in the parenting media of late is “tips to handle parent WhatsApp groups”. Surely you have a handle in life on who you choose to communicate with?

Sure I have WhatsApp, sure most of my friends are parents. Non of my friends are connected to one another and that’s ok.

I probably shouldn’t write about a subject I don’t know. It does worry me that there a coping strategies written in articles published online of to how to deal with a form of communication between parents.

Anxiety is rife amoungst children as well as adults.

When did women stop supporting each other and become entangled in competing against one another? Some would argue that competition is open, from my outlook when mindfulness is taught in the school system, they should perhaps look into why children are taught such an unhealthy competitive behaviour. Comparison is the thief of joy, yet they are still taught to be better than they were the day before. Individuality is lost, you must be as good if not better than your peers.

The point of my mornings ramble. Have a longer table not a taller fence. Look after and nurture what’s yours and Sod the colour of your neighbours lawn.

The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.

Try not to be drawn into the WhatsApp stress, if something isn’t serving your soul, leave it. Whether it be communicating with other parents or a shitty job. Noone is forced to just deal with it. We wouldn’t tell our children to suck it up so why do we talk to ourselves in that way?

Parenting is hard. Parenting is a struggle, non of us know what we are doing. We are all making it up as we go along with a few values and hopes entwined. Parenting is the most valuable lesson I have been blessed with.

If the group’s serve you, great. If they don’t leave x

Almost 2 years

It’s been a while since I’ve written, I lost my way with this blog many months ago and the once ignited fire in my belly for writing had gone to ember’s.

It’s in the silence of early mornings, enjoying my coffee that I remember how much I enjoyed these posts.

It’s been almost two years since my late father’s diagnosis and whilst I sit here with tears on my cheeks I feel the need to write.

Two years ago he sat me in his kitchen, he told me he had cancer. I couldn’t look at him and stared out the patio doors into his beautiful garden and asked him if he was scared. He replied “No”.

That right there was my Dad, the most amazing, humble person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Telling his daughter that he wasn’t scared of Cancer. Only a week later he was told it was terminal. My world since that day has not been the same.

I distanced myself away from people, the friends that truly knew me understood. The others well, you learn who the leaves are on your tree.

I don’t envy the ones that flew away, I may of been like you at some point in my life. Not knowing what to say, not knowing how to be.

My Dad was my world and still is very much a part of me and who I am today. He’s spoken of and praised with so much love. He was an incredible Father, friend and Grandfather. The Daisy has struggled immensely since he passed. He was in many ways like a Dad to her. He was the consistent male in her life and I’m proud to say Dad was cut from a different cloth and they don’t make them like him any longer.

Cancer sucks, death happens to us all. Noone was ready when you passed Dad. We would never of been. I thank whoever created life that I had the pleasure of calling you my Dad xx

September 2017

Today we began a brand new “term”. Not that I believe we ever stop learning, however the Daisy’s classes resume this week as does her math tuition.

I absolutely chucked myself in head first with home education. Not a case of dipping my toes in I dived catastrophically in from a great height.

My mother recently told me how I am that way in most areas if my life, I do it and create ripple effects that people have to adjust to. Maybe that’s the case. It is who I am. I’m not going to change.

Today arrived and in my mind I’ve focused on the positives, I am incredibly lucky to of found out about home education.

I write a lot about my late Father he was the biggest constant in my life, he encouraged our journey of home education from the off. He understood why I chose a different path he totally “got it”. He’s no longer here with us and that’s harder than I ever thought possible. Today the Daisy decorated a piece of paper with his photo on it. We’ve taken this day slowly, enjoyed the process. My Dad may not be here with us physically, I shall continue listening to him cheer us on .

Nothing like loosing the one…

This year has been a learning curve, I’m not quite sure what I’ve learnt from it all yet. The one thing I have is life is too god damn short.

Yes I understand we all know that, it sure as hell kicks you in the lady balls when you live it, in all its mighty. This year we lost the most amazing person I am blessed to of called my Dad.

Nothing prepares you for it, we knew his prognosis.

Did we accept it? No. Did we live like victims? No. Did we research the heck out of alternative therapies and form connections we will forever be grateful for? Yes we did.

Did it save him? No.

No it didn’t, has it helped the process of grieving? No it hasn’t but at least we gave it our all. None of us can never doubt we did enough.

Pops was and still is the one I look upto. He lived a humble life and took extra care of everything that was his. He would treat everyone as equal, he was an excellent boss and mentor- not something that’s greatly heard of anymore. He loved to see people happy and celebrated people’s success. He adored those around him and treasured his Granddaughter (the Daisy).

Without him I do feel lost, it’s a sadness I didn’t know existed. I have two choices, we all do. Be bitter or better.

I have chosen the latter. If we hold friendships and I’ve been vague, I’m still here. Just a different form of what I once was.

I can only move forward and live my life with him in spirit. He had the most awesome personality and could make you feel like the only person in the room. He showed kindness to all and I didn’t know many people that had a bad word to say about him. If they did they weren’t worth knowing anyway.

For my Dad I need to carry his spirit and love for life. I hope to show the Daisy all the things he loved and valued and in turn she can show me all the things she knew of him from a child’s perspective that perhaps I’d forgotten as an adult.

It’s OK not to like everyone. Just don’t be a dick.

That statement up there that’s the title for this post. It’s as relevant to me as it is to parenting. Your not going to like everyone in life and equally they aren’t going to like you. Just don’t be a dick. It’s perfectly acceptable to not get on with everyone. I’m certainly a hard book to read but I’d like to think I’m kind enough to walk away from anything that’s not serving me.

I teach the Daisy that if someone is unkind to tell me or a safe adult. She doesn’t need to suck it up and deal with it anymore than I would. I’m old enough and maybe wise enough to walk away.

She has previously thought to just cope with another child’s harsh words or actions. As much as I can’t be with her all the time I’d like to think she can diffuse a station or seek help and understanding. There’s so much pressure on children to cope with events that even adults would find difficult, yet we ask ourselves why there is so much childhood mental health issues.
So the moral of the story. Don’t be a dick. If you can’t choose kindness simply walk away.

2016 Round up

This year has been everything. Home education wise it’s been awesome. Personal life has been a roller coaster.  I’ve given up two jobs, I’ve started two more. I’m going self employed. My hearts broken into a million pieces. It’s not going to be fixed. But that’s another story and one that I wish not to share. 
We’ve joined the National trust and met new friends from that. We’ve been to more museums and further adventure’s. We’ve travelled the country more. Our journey has had its inconsistencies but we’ve bonded more. 
2016 you’ve been for the most part a blast. The things we can grow from I’m sure that we will. I’m not going to say here’s to new beginnings within the new year as I’d rather we all grow than start again. Love and blessings to you all x 


Without the Daisy life is pretty dull. She drives me crazy most days. I’m not going to pretty that bit up.

I’m sat here with a migraine from hell, with endless household tasks to complete. I am reminded by Rainbow mama that I’m tired and my head hurts as I didn’t allow myself time to rest after I finished work at 8am yesterday. No I didn’t I’ll hold my hands up. Instead I chose to attend a picnic that I had organised. So now I’m feeling it!

I have many friends. My parents are proud of this. As a child I struggled with friendships. I didn’t have many. I now know alot of people and with most I have a common interest and that is how we educate our children. Without these people in my life I’d struggle.  We all educate it different ways but ultimately we all want the same results. Happy, confident kids. So this post is to thank you all, thank you for being there Wether it be a message on Facebook,  liking my IG photo or an email. I truly value all my friendships in all the different ways x


It’s not that I’m anti school. It’s more I think there’s more to life than school.

Everyone has bad days, I have many, as do you. If I was in school and my bad day was on a day where I was sitting an exam. My bad day would be bigger than what it really is. My grade for that exam may be altered due to me having a bad day. That grade I had achieved would set a level of what I could achieve.
Since when does one bad day, screw up a whole year or more?
A bad choice may well do that. But in real life you can improve most of the time.

We know a child who’s not yet 7. He’s already feeling the pressure of performing in his SATS, not from his parents i may add. He is a sensitive soul and he’s struggling with an exam. One that many dissagree with in the first place. Yes, you read that right he’s seven at the end of May and is already feeling the pressure of performing on an exam.

I have alot of respect for teachers. I have non for the system that is our state education in the UK.

The system is so rigid, so rigid to the point that even as adults we sometimes suggest that we are unable to do things as adults, because we weren’t able to do it at school. I still at times do this. I left school 16 years ago!

So am I anti school? No.

Do I dislike teachers? Hell no, I have many friends who teach.

Was our decision to home educate a rash decision? I don’t think it was at all.

Do we home educate because we don’t want to do the school run? As tempting as it would be to say yes. I’m afraid that isn’t my reason.

Do I follow the NC? Now some of the Daisy’s work books are linked to the NC. However we don’t follow it as I find it limiting.

Do we follow a curriculum at all? No we don’t follow one. We cover maths, English and science everyday then I follow her lead. She’s currently creating an artistic masterpiece whilst I’m writing this post after having helped cook our evening meal.


Daisy’s 7th Birthday

Wow what a week.
The Daisy returned from Puerto BanĂºs on Tuesday. She had a brilliant time away with her grandparents and Uncle.


On Wednesday we began her Birthday celebrations with a trip to Trentham Monkey Forest.  This trip was a suprise for her, she didn’t have a clue until we were about a mile away, when I told her to read the tourist information signs.


We learnt about Barbary macaque apes and how they live, socialise and breed.

Play is important to the apes as they learn valuable skills to use later in life.
Same principles as children so it seems.


On the Thursday it was the Daisy’s Birthday. She chose to stay at home to play with her toys.



She had a wonderful day surrounded by her family.

On Friday we visited Twinlakes childrens theme park in Melton Mowbray.


She fed a lamb and a calf. We all had a wonderful time.



My week without you

Ok so this blog post is a little premature as you’ve only been on holiday for two days.

This is a big thing for me Daisy. Mama cried all the way home from the airport. I sit drinking my coffee in the morning in complete silence. Now don’t get me wrong sometimes I wish for quiet but this is too quiet.

I know your having a wonderful time. We face timed just now and you were so excited to tell me you’d seen a snake whilst on your walk with Pop Pop. This is what I miss. Your infectious wonder of everything around you. You’ll randomly tell Rainbow mama and I about sloths whilst eating your dinner. Whilst I’d rather you concentrate on eating at that specific time, it’s your voice I miss the most.

This week I’ve been thinking about what my life was like before you. I can tell you I worked full time on a rehab ward with the NHS. I worked shifts, that’s about all I can remember. Not alot made me tick back then.  When I had you I totally immersed myself in being a mother. I’m not sure what else I’m good at, even if I do question myself most days.

In a few weeks I’ll re read this post when I’m having a rough day and remind myself how much I missed you x