Yesterday, my heart broke. I realized that when I fret and stress about my daughter’s future, and if she will be bullied and treated like dirt when I’m gone, I’m right to do so, despite people telling me it will be OK. Yesterday, I realized that just by lighting up buildings blue, changing our profile pic to a framed one with autism awareness on it, and pretending that we understand, we are all just a bunch of hypocrites. I had thought that to some extent, people understood. I put my daughter out there, to give a face to autism, and to make people understand that even pretty girls who look typical (I refuse to use the word normal), can have different needs.

About a year ago I wrote about how my eldest daughter Noemi (3 years and 6 months old at that time) felt it was the right time to move to her own room. As soon as we got to know we were expecting again I felt this urge to prepare her room so that she…

“Mummy, I want another ice-cream!” Whilst during the school period most of us have the stamina to answer: “No sweetie, you already had your share”, during the holidays it is very easy to give in to the many extra food requests. Some would argue this is part of the fun of being on holiday. Yet…

Summer is practically here and many of us are looking forward for a beautiful relaxed holiday away from our shores. Most probably running after our little ones and seeing that they are still alive and kicking instead of appreciating completely the scenery in front of us. But hey, at least we don’t have to cook…