My four year old’s insatiable curiosity is a reminder that the older that we need to ask more questions, not less

If we waited for the perfect time to have kids, we’d never have them

I am the fossil fuel to my mother’s renewable energy source, the sod of turf to her wind turbine, the briquette to her solar panel

Camps are bigger than ever, but bear little resemblance to their American counterpart in that there are fewer grizzly bears and a lot more central heating

When it comes to keeping friends and not making enemies I have to remind my four-year-old that it is a delicate dance between being truthful and being popular.

As a first-time parent, everything was treasured. But the second time around, I have my kids’ art binned at the first opportunity.

They were basically the equivalent of feng-shui, but with less lower back pain from moving couches

Dealing with your kids falling out with friends is one of the parts of parenting I most dread, because, even now, I haven’t quite learned how to navigate the heartbreak of losing friends just yet

The guilt of feeling your child is somehow on the back foot is a physical weight in our bodies

When it comes to choosing a school for your kids, all rational thought regarding geographical distance and other practicalities goes out the window