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I was There

My Son,

How was I to know you’d leave my arms?
Five years on, where’s time gone?

I was there at first sight,
Time stood still in awe of you.

I was there from the start,
To count your toes and fingers too.

Walking hand in hand

I was there to wind your back,
To ease your pain and understand.

I was there to pick you up,
To hold your hand, and dust you down.

Schoolbag on back

I was there through the night,
To hear your cries and comfort you.

I was there when first you spoke,
and kicked a ball and met your brother at the door.

How proud I am of you.

I was there to watch you grow,
From eight pounds to the boy I know.

I was there to love you,
More than words could ever show.

I’ll be there to hear your tales at the end of every day,

Run on now, I’ll be there at three o’clock.

Turning round and letting go,
I was there.



See Saw Margery Daw by Felicity Fox

Felicity Fox
The Vixen

Not content with conquering the business world. Done with the dinner   parties and wine bars, avoiding questions of marriage and notions of babies. Until now.

Striding past me in their beige perfect pram occupied by one.

I, a few years down the line, stagger past with my buggy weighed down with jackets, plastic bags and anything I’ve managed to pick up along the way.

Passed the brasseries and quaint little pubs, I prefer to picnic in large open spaces where people are few.

Off to the park for some respite and to gather with equally stressed, sleep deprived and irate parents. There’s a reason for stereotypes and cliches. And if you don’t fit this bill, then you have a nanny or hired help of some kind. We’re all watching over our precious offsprings and glaring at one another, it’s territorial.

Stepping across the boundary and into the playpark, the babes are off in hot pursuit of a swing or a sea-saw, stamping their authority among their kind. Darwin’s theory played out.

Princes and princesses, one or two precocious parents and we’re all fenced in. We’re in one of Nappy Valley’s favourite haunts. There’s lots of oohing and ahhing and niceties. It’s very child focused. Well, it is a park. I’m eyeing up the coffee stand, ready to get a caffeine hit to get me through.

Hot on the heels of my little cubs, ready to diffuse potential situations, and it isn’t long before there is a situation at the sea-saw. A coveted apparatus. There’s a child parked on one side and my five-year old is tipping the balance to the other side, as one might expect.

It’s a tandem made for two. Not in these parts. Speaking through the medium of her child, the mother is purporting that there’s a big boy on the other side.

Hello, I’m right here.

“Just wait a moment until the big boy gets off and you can have your shot.” But sea-saws require two in our parts.

Rising above my patronising and selfish opponent, I too embrace the medium of my child to strike back.

“He’s just a little boy, be gentle. He’ll be off in a minute. Just give him a little shot.”

Parks are precarious places, if it’s not dogs it’s kids.

We each place our hands on the opposing sides of the sea-saw, without making eye contact and the games begin.

“That’s it, up and down, each waiting for the other to crack.”

Total glee as my opponent’s offspring throws the first tantrum. Ha ha, your brat’s not sharing. I’m quite simply delighted and I think I’m smirking.

It could have gone either way, it was touch and go for a moment as I thought my five-year old was about to start. But he didn’t let the side down. Ice-cream all round.

The shrieking continues as the boy is scraped off the sea-saw, howling as he goes. He’s not for budging as I watch on in total amusement.

His hands are being pried off by his mother who’s obviously annoyed about the architectural concept of a sea-saw and the notion that it requires two.

Ready in the wings is my three year old, rubbing salt in the wounds by hopping on.

The dad’s back and they are both pleading for calm. It’s a spectacle. Arms flying and legs kicking, I’ve been on the receiving end but today I’m the spectator.

And it feels naughty, even childish, but oh so good.

By Felicity Fox ©

Love – to my friends by Felicity Fox

I’m not going to give you wise words,
I know none.
Great loves aren’t fairytales, they’re battles.
Love is jealous, sometimes cruel and unforgiving.
Patience and kindness, words by St. Paul held up as the pinnacle, spoken at marriage.
Love – a little word, it means so much.
Find it, keep it, and work at it – it will be your life’s work and your greatest success story.
Love one another, this is my message of hope.



The Instruction Manual by Felicity Fox

The Instruction Manual

Please give the baby a 7oz bottle every four hours

There was I going to give Precious a little tipple to help with the teething.

@8:00; 12:00; 16:00 & 20:00

This child has a 24 hour clock. Either that or it’s the traffic report.

And add an extra half ounce to the bedtime bottle

Awwh ..wishful thinking that baby will sleep, bless.

In the morning, after baby has had its bottle, baby will have an hour playtime with nappy off…

Air their derrière, like I want a human sprinkler to shower my carpets.

Apply cream all over body before dressing

Whose body? This is exhausting and it’s only 9am. This rigmarole sounds like a nightmare episode from Supernanny, who by the way doesn’t have children and can close the door loudly behind her.

When do I put my makeup on, paint my nails and when will life stop orbiting round this eight pounder?

Baby will normally nap about 10ish. If crying, give baby its dummy and baby should sleep for an hour and no longer.

Well, you should have thought of that. Really, not my problem. Let sleeping dogs lie, the same goes for babies. If you want me to put a pretend nipple in baby’s mouth, disgusting as this idea is, I’ll happily stop your baby screeching, sorry communicating.

Change nappy every 3 or 4 hours roughly…

Not that I’m correcting you, but roughly, shouldn’t I be gentle with your bundle of joy, my nightmare.

Wettest half hour after feed

Isn’t that something to look forward to.

Bathtime 7pm: Lie with nappy off for half an hour

Shouldn’t I wait till baby is down? Oh, baby…

Cream to be applied all over again.

For the love of God, not again.

After last bottle, zip up in sleeping bag and cuddle for 10 minutes

Cuddle who? Time for a quickie?

Only took 5, never one to waste time.

Back to baby.

Zipped up, check.

Cuddle, check.

Rock a bye baby…dummy firmly stuck in mouth, restrained in straight jacket, GB Experience on, lights off, and put down, check.

Yes, that’s exactly how the day went. Perfect. To manual. Had a great day, thanks for asking. Precious has just been so precious.

“Did you enjoy your cocktails?”

No problem. Anytime. All you need to do is ask.

That’s nice, catching up with the girls were you?”

Great baby.

“Good for you.”

Baby’s had a good sleep…


Like Clockwork…I’m sure baby will be fine, well, if you’re not on GMT.


Dear Such and Such by Felicity Fox

Dear Such and Such,

Thank you for your lovely card. So pleased was I to hear that you’re enjoying yourself and having a wonderful time. Delighted the celebrity haunt is doing well, there’s just not enough of those places coveting the market; Riding on the name of a celebrity and staffed by hardworking chefs who’ll never quite live up to the name.

And like you said, you were needing a break away, a need many surely share.

You’ve been skiing? Isn’t that pleasant, I do love the snow.

The Snow Queen’s been taking to the slopes, didn’t you know? I love getting a little glimpse in the papers of her derrière on the way to work. Always lifts the spirits to see the Civil List put to good use. They’re so good for the economy. Sure the Americans don’t like France as they got rid of theirs. The Eiffel Tower? Not even comparable.

Sorry where was I? You lost me for a moment. “Paris is lovely in the Spring?” Yes, I’m sure it is. Just a short drive to Disney World.” Is that right? Lovely.

Us? No, no just like to stay at home. Honestly, yes, there’s just so much to do. Staycation they call it. There’s just so much on offer, you know! So many lovely places to see, you wouldn’t have known its been raining. Didn’t dampen the spirits. Just lovely. So many places you never knew existed, right on your doorstep. Oh, and the train, they loved the train too. With a National Trust card, there’s just so much on offer.

Yes, we’re having a great break. It’s just lovely, lots of children and playdates, each has to be returned though. But it’s lovely welcoming multiples through the door. The more the merrier. What’s another three children when you’ve got your own two? Well, it’s five but I’m not complaining.

It’s been marvellous, lovely, really lovely.

Looking forward to catching up.

Lots of love,