Motherhood had always been a dream of mine, with idealized etchings I’d constructed and created a beautiful, effortless image of being a mother, the type of mum I’d be and the life i’d embark on and navigate together with my children. We all do. Sometimes though, what we create can present itself in ways we never stood a chance to anticipate.

I am blessed, so incredibly blessed to have four wonderful children, my eldest, our boy, Brody, our gypsy girl and middle wild child, Daisy and finally (for now) our smiling Sagittarian, Billy Rose. My fourth, who followed his brother, our Beau, heartbreakingly was born sleeping, his plans and his journey far too big, even if I’ll never understand, for this lifetime. Three babes in my arms and one forever in my heart.

For my sons and for my daughters I write. For our eldest, Brody, I share your message of strength, resilience and hope for fiercely fighting a disease that could have taken you from us. And for my second born, my second son, our Beau, my sleeping angel, your short time here was too significant not to share, you were here, you mattered and my journey as your mother is infinite. For my children, our family, for those who have lost, for those needing support and for mothers, these are our stories and I write for you.

The road maybe be different, it may be rocky but the dream, that dazzling dream is still magnificent.