“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.
She was a tiny woman with pure white hair cut into a bob and eyes that seemed as wide as those of a Disney character.
“Hasten, O God, to save me; Come quickly, Lord, to help me. You are my help and my deliverer; Lord, do not delay.”
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
“Are there any toilets nearby?” I ask the huddle of photographers. It’s 2am and I’m sitting in my Nissan Micra on the road outside King Edward VII’s Hospital in Marylebone, desperate for a wee.
There are some moments in life that have such an impact you know you’ll always remember exactly where you were when you heard the news - no matter how much time passes.
Immune to reason? How can we stop ill-informed anti-jab parents putting all our children in grave danger
I’m eight and hiding under a chair in our doctor’s surgery, refusing to come out.
My foot hits the brake and we jolt to a halt. Maya starts to cry and I get that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realise the other car has gone into her door.
“I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, and it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho.
“Who has seen the wind?” asks 19th-century author Christina Rossetti in her poem of the same name.
Air pollution: Clean air shouldn’t be a privilege, but a child’s right regardless of where they live
“I can no longer see you with my eyes or touch you with my hands, but I will feel you in my heart forever.”