08/03/2026
Sunday mornings â„ïž
Iâve always loved early mornings. Before the house wakes up, when thereâs zero demand. Just me, a book, a cup of tea⊠and the cats reminding me itâs breakfast time. In winter itâs quiet inside with the odd creak of the house. In summer I sit in the garden listening to the birds before the street wakes up.
But when the boys were little, Sundays didnât look like this. It was noise, movement, sensory overload from the moment they woke up. Back then I was undiagnosed autistic/ADHD and just getting on with things, not realising how hard that chaos was on my nervous system.
The strange thing is, at the time I used to grieve them growing up. Iâd get emotional thinking about losing those little versions of them who needed me so much.
And now theyâre older⊠my feelings are completely different.
They didnât really separate from me. They just grew alongside me. Our relationship feels more equal now and honestly, theyâre two of my favourite people to spend time with.
And the funny thing is, I donât miss the little years anymore. I love what we have now. The quiet chats, the shared laughs⊠and these peaceful Sunday mornings that I never used to get (and donât get me wrong, we can still bicker because, what household doesnât)
But the point Iâm making here is; If youâre in the thick of raising little ones right now, especially if your nervous system finds the noise and chaos a lot⊠I promise it shifts.
The connection doesnât disappear as they grow, it just changes shape, you donât have to get it ârightâ all the time⊠and believe me, I never did! But one day youâll find yourself sitting in the quiet, feeling grateful for both the memories and the peace. â„ïž