How to parent in public

Cucumber, lettuce, tomato‚Ķ with effortless repetition the teenage boy at the checkout scans my groceries, the bleep bleep punctuating the bustling of a busy supermarket. Suddenly the tantruming wails of a small child echo loudly from the next checkout, and pained cries drown out the bleep bleeps and rustling of plastic bags. The checkout boy…

The Mum in My Head

There is a mum who lives inside my head. She is silently judging, always offering opinions about my parenting. I hear her cautions daily and I second guess my steps. I catch myself before making decisions, wondering what she would do instead. Sometimes she is a distorted version of my own mother, my mother-in-law or…