I recalled how it felt when my son rested his sweet head on my knee, tears spilling down his cheek. The warmth of his hot flushed face as I gently brushed his hair away from his eyes. It hurts to watch them in pain. Teething was a terrible stage. Seemed so unfair that to inflict upon someone so young. Recently, I found myself again gently stroking the hair off my son’s tear soaked face. My hand on his shoulder as he shook with sobs into his pillow. Again there was nothing I

I see a lot of parents and adults in general ‘fast-tracking’ their teenagers into the world of adulthood: you must finish school get a job, have a career, be responsible, reliable and not waste time! Throwing them into the fast paced, relentless rodent wheel that is being a ‘grown up’. Well this mid-forties mum says to her almost adult teens – fuck that, guys! Take your sweet time before jumping into the drudgery of being a grown up. There is no way I want to push them out th