Life as a parent can feel like a roller coaster: fast, overwhelming, and impossible to slow down. But often, we hide the hard parts behind a smile and pretend we’re holding it all together. This honest reflection and poem, “Behind The Mask”, explores the silent struggles so many carry and the hope of finding yourself again beyond the mask.
Loneliness isn’t something we often talk about as parents especially when life looks full from the outside. But behind the busy days, school runs, therapies, and working from home, it can still quietly creep in. This is an honest reflection on what that feels like, and why you’re not alone in it.
Have you ever judged a messy child in public? I know I did… until I had Hope. Between spills, snot, and wild hair, I’ve realised that a grubby child isn’t a reflection of a lazy parent — it’s a sign of a happy, loved, and well-fed little human.
Being present can often be mistaken as being included, but they are actually two different things. Being present is about being there, inclusion is about belonging. It’s been something we have often worried about. From soccer fields to classrooms, Hope shows what inclusion can look like and what it feels like when it’s more than just being there.
On 10th January, Hope lost one of her biggest supporters — her poppy, my dad, Morris. He was a fun, firm, and loving man who showed his care in countless ways, from cheering on achievements to helping out whenever he could. Though he may no longer be with us, his spirit lives on in our memories, the stories we tell, and in the ways we continue to feel his love every day
Blood tests are nothing new for Hope—but that doesn’t make them any easier. With tiny veins that like to hide and wriggle, getting a simple blood sample can turn into a big ordeal. After a failed attempt one day and a waiting room marathon the next, we weren’t sure if it was going to happen. But sometimes, persistence (and a little Mickey Mouse magic) makes all the difference. This is the story of one small vein, two steady hands, and one very brave little girl.
People often have questions when they find out our daughter has Down syndrome—some sweet, some strange, and some that make us giggle. In this post, I’m sharing a few of the real questions we’ve been asked, along with honest thoughts on what they mean, how we respond, and why we don’t mind the curiosity. Because when people ask, it means they want to understand—and that’s always a good thing.
A poem from the perspective of 5-year old Hope. With a longing to join in but struggling to keep up with her peers. With feelings of loneliness, hope, and the joy of inclusion when someone reaches out. A touching reminder of the power of friendship and kindness.
After sharing about Hope and Down syndrome at school, Alexander made a comment on the way home that I wasn’t expecting: “Mum, I’m lucky I wasn’t born with Down syndrome.” It stopped me in my tracks. I understood what he meant—he’s seen how hard Hope works every day. But does that mean he thinks she’s unlucky? It made me question how we talk about Down syndrome, how we shape our kids’ perspectives, and how we show them that having to work harder doesn’t mean being unlucky—it means being strong.
Choosing a school for Hope wasn’t a last-minute decision—it was something we considered from the time she was a baby. We wanted her to grow up with her brothers, to feel included, and to have the support she needed to thrive. When we found a school that didn’t just accept her but truly wanted her, the decision became clear. Now, a few weeks into the school year, we know we made the right choice. Hope is growing, learning, and—most importantly—she is welcomed and loved.