One of the many peculiar things I’ve observed since becoming a parent is how sometimes the harder you try, the less grateful your child can be.
“Hello mummy,” giggles a muffled voice behind me.
Lindsay Razaq: While many people think of 13 as unlucky I’ve always counted it worthy of celebration
I like the number 13. Not because I relish putting superstitions to the test, although my Christmas tree is still up post-Twelfth Night for the second year in a row (cut me some slack, we only got back from visiting relatives in Newcastle on Sunday afternoon).
One of the things I remember vividly about Christmases at my grandparents’ house as a child is the recycled wrapping paper.
Lindsay Razaq: This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give my thoughts to everything special about the NHS
Once bitten and twice shy…
Lindsay Razaq: Captivated animals – the positive impact of humans’ fascination with zoos should not be overlooked
“Look Buddy,” my toddler shouts. “Monkeys!”
There’s a standing joke in our family come this time of year about when my sister’s Christmas Tree will go up.
Lindsay Razaq: Close encounters of the herd kind – animals need protecting from us, not us from them
There’s a cow in the middle of the path and she doesn’t look like she wants to budge.
“There’s a baby in mummy’s tummy,” my toddler tells a fellow shopper in the department store lift.
Lindsay Razaq: All prejudice is deplorable but racism is among the worst – and should be treated that way
“This my daddy,” my two-year-old declares proudly with an appropriately theatrical accompanying gesture.
“When I grow up, I’d like to be…”
“Not a good idea mummy,” my toddler tells me.
Lindsay Razaq: School should be challenging but enjoyable – my lesson from being told by teacher to do LESS homework
I arrive at my Urdu lesson early to find a group of parents furiously scribbling down tips on getting their children into the area’s best private schools.
“Look mama! Men jumping in the sandpit,” my toddler shouts.
It’s been unusually quiet in our flat this week.
Lindsay Razaq: Green beans, supermarket tantrums and why we all need to be a bit nicer to each other
One of the allotment regulars waves to me as I push my daughter’s buggy up the steep hill to our flat.
Lindsay Razaq: Let sleeping monsters lie – why I for one never want to know the ‘truth’ about Nessie
“Nessie ‘relative’ spotted in Kenya”, read the headline.
There’s a bang and a few seconds later the living room door inches open.
I like to think you’ve got to know me a bit over the past eight months - hopefully anyway.
My uncle sits at the kitchen table, his newspaper spread out in front of him.
I bustle through my grandparents’ front door, shopping bags in tow.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
It’s as if the previous 12 years didn’t happen.
Not everyone has the chance to know a great-grandparent, so I count myself lucky.
Strangers touching my bump. It was one of the worst things about being pregnant and happened more than a handful of times.
“I washed a fork, ” I tell Mr R proudly.
Lindsay Razaq: There is one thing we can all do to help students’ mental health – molly-coddle them less as children
“Where did you go to university?”
Lindsay Razaq: I can relate to elite athletes as I have run a mile, or rather nine months, in their shoes
Dad is crouching down about a metre from the television, his fists poised to punch the air.
Lindsay Razaq: What a sad state of affairs when children are being bullied into trying to change their skin colour
Among my favourite wedding photos, obviously after those of Mr R and I gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, is one of me with his sister and cousins.
A picture is worth a thousand words, or so the saying goes.
Lindsay Razaq: There are no two sides to the argument when it comes to forcing a woman to have her rapist’s baby
Lindsay Razaq: It’s worth remembering that things uniting us are greater than those keeping us apart
One of my favourite stories as a child was LM Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables.