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Here’s something wholesome for your Saturday morning to cheer you up. Rudy is here to remind you that there is hope and goodness in the world and we can still make things better for others. We are right in wanting a better future for our children and we mustn’t give up on it but we have to put the work in. To raise a generation of voters who will put goodness and hope at the heart of their decisions, we have to teach them empathy and kindness young. He may have slept through the whole thing but yesterday we took Rudy to the supermarket to do a shop and delivered it to our local food bank. We often buy items to put in the box by the door of the supermarket but I think it’s also important for children to understand where these items go and why. For the last two years, my Mighty Girls have organised food collections for their local food bank and delivered it, spending time talking to the volunteers to help them understand why the service is needed. Talk to your children about what this government means for their future, tell them the truth and lead by example. Be kind, be human and be hopeful. Thank you @photography_by_petra for he beautiful photos #babysfirstchristmas #firstchristmas #rudywilson #christmas #fuckthetories #endausteritynow #austeritykills #leadbyexample

So, it turns out we have more bigoted racists in this country than we do teachers, doctors, nurses, police, firefighters, social workers, people living in poverty, people with disabilities and students combined. • ‘Get Brexit Done’ has become our very own ‘MAGA’ and we are heading for the darkest times for our most vulnerable. I don’t care that you’ll be alright. I care about the people who will not, under any circumstances, be alright and the people who have already been struggling for years and the thousands we’ve lost thanks to this government. • If you voted Tory, you don’t EVER get to be upset or angry about children living in poverty, homelessness, disabled people having their payments cut, struggling schools and the destruction of our NHS. You literally voted for it all. • If you have children, hold them tighter today. Check in on your disabled friends, your immigrant friends, your queer friends, your Muslim friends, your black friends and your friends who are struggling financially. They will be hurting today. • Tomorrow we will shake off the gut wrenching despair and fight. We will fight for the marginalised, the sick, the poor, the young and the old. We will fight for our schools, our NHS and our welfare system. We will fight for the dignity of all. Because that’s what we do. We care. • If this election’s outcome has you really struggling, I am here and I see you. Get in touch, my DMs are always open and will do anything I can to help you. • #forthemanynotthefew #notmyprimeminister #endausteritynow #saveourschools #savethenhs #labour #fuckthetories #eattherich

The lead up to Rudy’s first Christmas has started and I’m ill. I NEVER get ill (and I work with kids!) but I’m so ill that my skin hurts and Simon is working from home tomorrow. It’s my own fault. For the last two months I have tried to stay as busy as possible with the baby, almost as if I was terrified of doing nothing. If I didn’t have a class, support group, coffee date or a visit lined up I would pound the pavements with the pram to ensure he was napping enough and I was getting fresh air. The four month sleep regression kicked my arse, culminating in illness and this week I’ve had to admit surrender and sit on the sofa, put the baby on the play mate and DO NOTHING. My pregnancy wasn’t easy and the threat of pnd loomed large as I was high risk to suffer. I knew from experience that staying busy is good for me so I did. I was terrified of being lonely. I clocked up the miles walking the pram everywhere I went, taking classes and meeting others mums but I’ve had to promise myself now that I can’t be afraid to sit still and just watch Rudy try to pull his socks off for two hours while I eat biscuits. #christmas #firstchristmas #rudywilson #maternalmentalhealth #maternalmentalhealthmatters

Just your local “ill-raised, ignorant, aggressive and illegitimate” child of a single mother who has dared to have a child out of wedlock herself. I’ve had my fucking fill of small-minded, judgmental old, middle-class white men in my own life this year relating to my choice not to get married and my own upbringing being considered undesirable. Unfortunately, my son will be the one to suffer from these archaic attitudes from within his own family and from our own political leaders as he grows up as the ‘bastard of a bastard.’ #fuckboris #fuckborisjohnson #fuckthetories #singlemothers #votethetoriesout #votelabour #forthemanynotthefew

There are two days left to register to vote. Voting is a right that many have fought and died for and to this day some are still prevented from accessing their democratic right. So if you can and are able to, register to vote! • If you curate your feed, you’ll probably find that the people you follow and follow you have the same, if not similar, political views to you. It is so important that we do not get caught out by living in the left wing bubble. We can post stories, repost political art, hashtag and tag each each other in funny Corbyn memes but you don’t win the war by preaching to the converted. • Get out there and have those difficult conversations face to face with friends, colleagues and family members (obviously if you are able to and it is safe to do so). Call people out. Ask them about each party’s manifesto and how it will serve the many, not the few. Ask them whether they care about the most vulnerable society. Ask them if the care about the NHS. Ask them if they care about children living in poverty and going hungry. Ask them if they care about enormous school cuts impacting children’s education and therefore the future of this country. Ask them if they care about the thousands who have died at the hands of the DWP. Ask them if they care about the women whose lives are at risk due to the closure of their local women’s refuge. Ask them if they care about anyone who is not a rich, white man. If you have the capacity, have those hard, painful conversations face to face (or even on Facebook where your racist aunt likes to share Katie Hopkins videos) because this election will not be won by sharing memes with your young, left wing followers. 📷: @polyesterzine #savethenhs #saveourschools #endausteritynow #forthemanynotthefew #registertovote #votelabour #labour #votethetoriesout #torieskill #fuckthetories

This week is Children’s Grief Awareness Week. 1 in 29 school age children have been bereaved of a parent of sibling. On average, that is one child in every classroom. I lost my father at the age of 4 to lung cancer. The grief went unchecked and unprocessed for years and 31 years later, continued to impact my pregnancy this year. I have brought my child into a world where he will never know his grandfather and I have nothing but a handful of grainy photos and some vague, faceless memories to share with him as he grows up. Losing a parent, or anyone you love, at a young age is inexplicably hard. It’s confusing, frustrating, shattering and then, it becomes hardening. It can be easier to put your heart somewhere safe because, at first, you think you’re protecting it. Then you keep it there because it becomes easier and the thought of breaking the glass and putting it back where it belongs is just too difficult. You leave it there and the glass becomes harder to smash and you think you’re coping well but the truth is, your heart has been put somewhere no one, even you, can reach. • As a child, I didn’t have access to counselling or grief therapy and by the time I was a teenager and sent to see the sweet, elderly learning mentor at secondary school, I was just seen as a trouble maker with a bad case of teenage angst. She couldn’t comprehend my bafflingly grief stricken reaction to Michael Hutchence’s passing as I talked about his little girl being left behind in her stuffy little office and she just smiled benignly at me over her bifocals. • Children need to talk. They deserve to talk. And we must listen to them. We must support them and sit with them and be with them in their grief no matter how messy, confusing and inconvenient it might seem. Because otherwise, they will put their heart away in a bottle and might never be able to get it back out. • I’ve taken these images from The Heart and the Bottle by @oliverjeffers a beautiful book about losing a parent and grief going unchecked in a child. • #childhoodbereavement #childrensgriefawareness #childrensgriefawarenessday #griefencounter #lostforwords #parentloss #theheartandthebottle #oliverjeffers