I am the tree. The tree is me.

Abby Boid

This is the tree pose, right?

Sometimes as a parent, with all the advice, and opinion flung at you, you can feel a little like a leaf on the autumn breeze.

You try to get grounded by educating yourself, reading around, listening to experts. Sometimes you try to voice your concerns, but the roar from all that hot air can make it feel that our views as parents can’t really be heard above the din.

Like the wind, the advice changes. Just as you think you have it nailed, whoosh, some new guidance comes in and you are off again, wondering where you will land this time.

Perhaps that’s why, when parenting, it’s important that we don’t forget our roots. Continue reading

Don’t be good, be Cinders.

Abby BoidOnce upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl.

Her mother was dead and her father married a widow with two daughters.

Her stepmother didn’t like her one bit. All her kind thoughts were for her own daughters. Nothing was too good for them – dresses, shoes, delicious food, soft beds , and possibly an education (although the detail on that is a little sketchy). Continue reading