Author Archives: Hilary

Beware of the ditches!

It was my first day at boarding school. I was the grand old age of seven, and this was the most exciting adventure I’d ever had. Imagine it: four little girls the same age, from four corners of the world, nestled in bunk beds at night under mosquito nets and stumbling through corridors in the dark with torches when the part-time generators went off…

What one thing would you wish for?

I asked my six-year-old a pretty deep question today. Zoë, is it more important to be clever, beautiful or kind? Her wee eyes fluttered up to the sky and back again, which is what she always does when she’s deep in thought. ‘Kind, mummy.’ ‘Yes honey. If you’re clever and beautiful, but you’re not kind,Continue reading “What one thing would you wish for?”

Would you give up your spot?

In your heart, will you:
❤️put them in their place?
❤️ squeeze in beside them, resenting that they are there?
❤️Or, will you be radical enough, generous enough, lovinge enough to give them your spot, smiling with delight as you watch them enjoy every moment of it?

The worry stone

Poor little Zoë faced her first major rejection today at school. This evening she struggled to fall asleep because she was worried the same thing would happen tomorrow. We talked about it. We prayed about it. But she still felt sad, and my mummy heart was hurting for her. Then came the idea. I grabbedContinue reading “The worry stone”

When you’re on your back, don’t flip your lid; ask someone to flip you back over.

This turtle looks like how I’ve felt the last couple of days. Stuck, flailing around wildly, and getting nowhere for all my efforts. 🐢 I think a lot of us feel like that at the moment. The exhaustion of going around the house in circles tidying up after kids, the monotony of the same surroundingsContinue reading “When you’re on your back, don’t flip your lid; ask someone to flip you back over.”