So, I’m overdue a blog post.

I hadn’t realised how hard it was going to be, returning to regular writing now that the children are older. Now I am older.

Life at the moment is all about the difficult stuff. My weeks are not filled with visits to the farm, or getting the paddling pool out on a sunny day. School isn’t about World Book Day or cute concerts, once you have teens. Especially SEND teens.

And while there is a LOT to say about our education system, being a SEND teen, negotiating life and friendships in an interconnected world, they are not my tales to tell. I am sure my children will tell their stories in their own words one day.

It will blow you away.

So, I wait. I support, where I can. I feel the big emotions and lock them away. I have long conversations in my mind at 2am about all the things unsaid.

And, because I am me, I craft. And try to stay optimistic. Keep my sense of humour, even if no one else seems to get it. Enjoy nature. Soak in the spring sunshine. Breathe.

I’ll find a new story that I can share. Patience please. 

Writermummy is buffering.