JAMES IS ONE!
Georgie has eczema. Since he was three years old he’s suffered with the condition that causes dry, inflamed, irritable and itchy skin. While we are currently winning the battle against it by adjusting his diet- something I will write about soon- when James’s little legs started developing dry, red patches I immediately began trying out a plethora of home remedies I would once try with Georgie when he was a baby. One I had never tried, which I didn’t even think to try and which has shocked me with its effectiveness, is beeswax.
Georgie lay down beside me and rubbed my belly. My mummy tummy. That flabby bit of fat I hate with all my might. The one that prevents me from wearing tight tops and the one I look at every night and sigh. Then he said: I love you mummy. And your belly.
Recently, I had a conversation with my sister about what our kids call adults.
This is a personal post. But I didn’t think too long about whether I should or should not write it like others I have written in the past. It was cathartic. At the base is the firm knowledge of how every mother feels about her child. You want the absolute best for them but above all you want them to be healthy. So what happens when they’re not and that’s not the worse part.