Wicked Wednesdays #7

I used to agree with the phrase “Silence is golden” before I had my son. Now silence only means one thing… trouble, as I quite recently found out!

I’d got my bestie over for the weekend and we had loads to catch up on because we haven’t seen each other for ages. We were trying to cram the last 3 months events into that rare moment when the little guy was playing happily. Ah damn, that moment soon passed, he decided I’d had enough attention and it was his turn. He wanted my friend to go upstairs and play with his toys . I kept telling him to come downstairs and we’d play there. Nope that wasn’t cutting it.

Anyway, after a few attempts all went quiet and I thought bless him, he’s decided to carry on playing regardless. *Mistake number 1!

Hmmm, wait, slight alarm bells, isn’t it a little bit too quiet? Nah I’m being paranoid “natter, natter” *Mistake number 2!

5 mins later – No, definitely too quiet, I’ll just go and check…

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Do I have a daddy?

As Father’s Day gets ever closer I find myself getting slightly anxious for my little boy. His father hasn’t seen him since he was 9 months old and he’s now three and a half. He’s at that age where he questions everything, so naturally the inevitable questions have started  – “Do I have a daddy?” and “Where is my daddy?”

These questions break my heart and they always come out of the blue. I still don’t know if I said the right thing the first time I was asked. It was one of our daily walks home from nursery after a day at work and there it was, out of nowhere, “Mummy, I don’t have a daddy do I?

Looking into those innocent big blue eyes of his, what could I say? As my heart broke into a million pieces, before I had time to think I said “Of course you have a daddy sweetheart, he just lives a long way away”.

Was this the right thing to say? Because in my mind he doesn’t actually have a daddy. Isn’t a daddy someone who is there to care, love and protect their child?

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