As well as being a co-presenter for a breakfast radio show, I also earn my crust as a writer. Part of this job involves writing features, part of it involves writing commercial copy and part of it involves blogging.
I rarely put any of my work-related writing here because this is my personal space. But I wanted to share my most recent post for one of my clients, because it’s something that I could easily have written right here.
It’s 10 o’clock at night and I’ve had a difficult day. I’m tired and emotional and a bit overwhelmed.
We’ve been at the hospital, you see. My daughter, now approaching 22 months old, is still not walking. The doctors think there may be a problem with her hips.
She is X-rayed and examined and yes, it’s confirmed, there is a problem. Nothing hugely serious. But she won’t be walking this time next week, or even this time next month.
And here’s the thing. I’m numb. I don’t know how to feel about this. On the one hand, I’m thankful that she won’t need surgery. But on the other hand, I’m upset that there is something wrong. I was hoping the doctors would tell me otherwise, that it was all just a big mistake.
So when a message pops up on Facebook, telling me that an old friend from school has got in touch – a friend I haven’t seen for more than 10 years – it’s a welcome distraction.
And when I open the message, I find myself welling up. It tells me that my old friend has been thinking of me today. That she has read my blog posts about my daughter’s walking issues. That she wants me to know everything will be alright, that my family and I will see through the treatment together.
You can read the rest of this post over on the Mums and Me blog.