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My manifesto – finding Calcutta


I think for me this has been the most emotive election I have been able to vote in, people who have never engaged in politics before have been vocal on social media platforms, and more young people have taken up the call to register to vote.

According to one source

More than 714,000 young people have registered to vote since the snap election was called. This was following a series of social media campaigns urging Facebook, Twitter and Snapchat users to sign up.

Our under 25s have sent off nearly 16,000 more applications than any other age group since the Prime Minister announced the snap election on 18 April.

They made up more than a third of the 150,000 potential voters who registered that day – a spike of around 140,000 in 24 hours.

I think this is amazing, our young people are our future and we need them more than ever engaged in grass root politics and standing up for what they believe in. Instead of adopting a ‘what is the point attitude.’ The young people I know and I have seen on social media have really got involved and have voiced opinions and most of all believe they can make a difference.

We are not all going to be happy with the result of this snap election, I have seen some extremely heated debates, mostly on Facebook, and I know I am going to be gutted if the party I vote for does not win. However one person said to me today, who actually is of the same voting persuasion as myself,  he said

‘At the end of the day it won’t change anything, It is us (as in we the people) who make the world work’ and you know what he is 100% right.

So I challenge you – Be your own party, have your own manifesto, be determined no matter what the outcome tonight/tomorrow morning that you will make a difference where you are and with what you have.

My manifesto would be one based on Love, Forgiveness, Justice, equality and Humility

My party pledges would be


1. I will promise to look out for those in need, to bring comfort where there is pain, to bring joy where there is sadness, to bring love where there is hate and to bring peace where there is conflict. (sure there is a song in there somewhere)

2. I will bring up my children to be law abiding citizens and to be compassionate

3. I will instil in my children the value of work and of contributing to society in the individual and unique ways that they can

4. I will use my talents and my gifts

5. I will respect the rights of my neighbours


6. I will spend my money wisely and support the local economy wherever possible

7. I will speak up for those who have no voice and stand with the marginalised and the oppressed and you know what this won’t always be done in a quiet and calm manner, sometimes we have to shout, we have to get angry and we have to get into that metaphoric temple and turn over those tables! Injustice makes me angry, sometimes standing up for what matters is hard work and actually you may not always be popular for it.

8. I will go forward in love and not look back in hate

9. I will speak a language of truth and love and not one of lies and hate

10. I will care for my loved ones young and old with dignity and compassion and I will fight for the rights when they can no longer

11. I will support my children to make wise choices

12.I will respect our public services and I will not waste resources but use them wisely

13. I will be charitable with my time and my money

14. I will not expect anything handed on a plate but will work for the best possible outcomes for myself my family and my community

15. I will be a critical voice where needed and on issues that matter to me and my community

Who is it that said ‘Be the change you want to see in the world?’

actually that is a misquote as I have just found out from google

This is the closest verifiable quote

“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. … We need not wait to see what others do.”


We can all make a difference to someone and we can all make a difference within our communities.

To some this may seem emotional bullshit but to others it will hit the spot. Depending on who is in power tomorrow morning when I wake up ( I will fall asleep during the election coverage) I may have to work hard at my pledges and I will have to become better equipped to stand with those who are marginalised and to ensure a fair and equal society BUT whoever is in power I know that we can all still make a difference.

mother teresa


and so before I go to cast my vote let me leave with you with this fabulous song!

I am starting with me….

joyful noise man in the mirror


Time and my race against it.

Time and my race against it.


When I was younger I used to wish time away – I was always looking to the next thing. Life was always going to be better when …

When I had my first child as a young,  unwrinkled, 23 Year old I was still wishing time away. Wishing away those sleepless nights, the nappies, the feeding but still wanting to keep those baby cuddles , to always keep that gorgeous baby smell, that closeness in the middle of the night when it’s just you and baby. The way his little hand would curl around my finger. I’m sure we can all relate to those moments the moments where you want time to stand still but fast forward to the next exciting stage as well.

If I knew what I know now I would have made more of those moments, I would have relished in the pure innocence of the first 18 months of his life.

31 March 2004 my outlook changed and changed forever. Time was not going to be a friend of mine no more. Time was my enemy. We were going to have a love hate relationship.

I was going to spend the next years of life battling to stop time , in a race against time, trying to buy more time, looking back on time, trying to make the most of every moment in time, fitting in as much as we could in the time we had.

Why the battle with time?

My first born – my gorgeous content baby boy had Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. In a cold clinical room I heard those words, progressive, severe, fatal.  The more time that passes the weaker his muscles would become. Time is not on his side.

The ironic thing though was those first years after diagnosis my boy developed, developed in his own way and within the limits of his muscles but he certainly wasn’t getting weaker and he was learning to do new things. For years Time lured me into a false sense of security – what a bitch!

Whilst celebrating each new milestone I was trying to stop time, pause time and buy us more time. I was so busy trying to do the impossible that when I look back I really don’t think I made the most of those years, that time, when he ‘was doing well’ when he was gaining skills and not losing them. I should have taken more video , more photos.

All of those once celebrated skills are now becoming mourned for skills.

The getting up stairs was the first to go , he then struggled to get up off the floor, off a chair , walking slowed, then came the first fracture – all DMD parents dread the words fracture, casFile_000t because we know that time in a cast can be detrimental and often kids will stop walking as a result. 4
weeks and 3 days in cast and he amazed us all by walking as soon as the cast was off. In fact that was a year ago today – time hop told me so!


A few months down the line  he suffered a second fracture, and he hasn’t walked since. I waited 3 years for him to walk and wished and wished for it and he did it, he walked for almost 11 years. I know I should count myself ‘lucky’ some DMD parents never see their child walk and some children don’t walk for as long.

This photo File_000 (1)bizarrely was taken the day before he fell, it is the last photo I have of my son standing by my side.

Time is relentless stripping away what he once could do.  His arms are weakening. I won’t get into what life is like now. He is nearly 15 and deserves his privacy but whilst his soon to be 3 year old sister is gaining independence at a rapid rate he is losing his. How crap is that!

Fast Forward

Fast forward 13 years – 13 years of knowing my son has an incurable condition , 13 years of knowing the likelihood is I will need to plan my sons funeral, 13 years of hoping that if I really tried hard enough we would beat this and do the impossible, 13 years of researching what was going on in the world of DMD research, of alternative therapies, thousands spent on supplements that ‘may’ help , hundreds of hospital appointments, blood draws, scans. Countless conversations explaining the condition, battles with local authority to get what is needed, 13 years of campaigning and being involved at the heart of Duchenne research charities, 13 years – time is not my friend. Time is not on my side and whilst every day is a gift everyday is a curse….

…and I’m tired, I’m tired of fighting with time. Time has taken its toll on me – I’m no longer the young unwrinkled 23 year old. I am wrinkled , grey haired (when I’ve left my colour appointment too long) and I’m weary. There I’ve said it! I’m weary.

A year ago as we approached the 12 year diagnosis anniversary I sat all day looking out of the window, not talking, not functioning, not even thinking. Late afternoon I went out down the beach for a walk – I walked along the shore line listening to the roar of the sea and I talked to myself , the jumbled thoughts swirled around like the sand by my feet. I began to slowly realise that I was in a race that I wasn’t winning in fact I was losing and the biggest fear was it was turning into a race I wasn’t actually going to finish.

The race

Picture the race – One by one the supporters that were cheering me along from the sidelines had got bored and gone to the next thing, or had run out of things to cheer so had gone silent. The ones running by the side of me had also got weary and some had dropped out of the race altogether as the person they were racing for had gone, that’s heartbreaking running side by side with someone and then they have to stop because the pain of loss is so great. You feel their pain, you know that one day that will be you and you try to find the words to comfort them but what do you say, what can you say that could possibly make sense and help?

What started as a race, a sprint to the finish line was turning into a marathon and I was tiring. I looked behind me and saw younger runners full of strength , full of hope running behind me running at a faster pace , running like I used to run. They had a load of people at their sidelines cheering them on , giving them support, handing out refreshments. I was in danger of becoming resentful of these runners, of the promise they had, the optimism.  (I have always said I will not turn into a bitter angry parent – and I haven’t by the way)

And it was then that I realised it was time to stop running and it was time to start living. It is time to make my peace with time.  There are others behind me that are faster , stronger and have more to run for. Maybe time will be kinder to them, maybe time will be a good friend to them, maybe they won’t see once celebrated abilities turn to inabilities , maybe just maybe they will cross that finish line in time.

This last year has been one of the most difficult years of my life, but I’ve made it through. I know I will adapt to every next stage, I have to what other choice is there, plus I have the most amazing young man, a son and a friend who shows me how to adapt.

This is now our journey, it is not a race. it is a journey that we will make together, not trying to cram every thing into every day , not driving ourselves mad trying to create amazing memories, but believing that as we go along this journey, at our pace, memories will be made, moments will be had and life will be lived for as ever long as we aFile_001re lucky to live it. There will be tears and there will be joy but life will be enjoyed. No more focusing on the have not and can not but the have and can do.

I stopped the other day whilst walking the dog and I sat for 15 minutes and just listened to the birds singing , I haven’t enjoyed something like that for years! It is the simple things that give us the strength and it was then I think I realised I had come out of this year intact, or maybe its the chemical altering pills 😉

Time is so very precious – every moment , every day, every month , every year and when that time ends I will look back and celebrate the times we had not mourn for the time we didn’t.

I don’t want to get to the end and regret lost time.

Advice from an old wrinkly runner….

So to all those younger runners who are just starting off on their race, please look after yourself , remember to take in your surroundings , breathe deeply and make the most of the flat bits of the race it will help you on the uphill. I may no longer be running in front of you but I will be checking on progress and will cheer on one day from my sideline. Who knows maybe there will be a last minute dash to the finish and I will be there celebrating too!File_000 (2)
To those who have run this race with me side by side over the last 13 years, who were there when it got really tough, who celebrated and cried with me, advised and encouraged me. To those who have always had my back, Thank you. I am so lucky to have a group of DMD parents that I can call friends and I’m grateful for each one of you.

To those few people still standing on the sidelines who are cheering us on thank you for your stick ability

Lastly and most importantly for those who have withdrawn from the race because of loss, to those who no longer have their sons with them please know I am always here.

I’m truly sorry the race was not won for them.  I am truly sorry we couldn’t cross that finish line in time.


Moving from Inspirational to Aspirational..I can!

I can

An iconic photo of the Paralympics

Jessica Ennis and her coveted six pack

 Over the Summer I, like millions of others around the world, have been following the Olympics, fascinated by finely tuned athletes doing amazing feats that most of us can only dream about, From the comfort of my sofa, cup of tea and chocolate biscuit in hand, I watched Jessica Ennis stunning gold medal performances cheering her on with a passion I normally reserve for Welsh rugby. Admiring her female six-pack somewhere in my distant memories I recall having one similar to that, I then remember my gym membership card which has been shoved in the useful things draw for the last few weeks. Note to self must get it out.

As a family we watched Tom Daley’s bronze winning performance, laughing at how Tom Daley was having the biggest party in the pool whilst the Chinese athlete seemed devastated to have only come away with Silver. (His mum obviously didn’t tell him that winning isn’t everything, it’s the taken part that counts)
My 5 year old watched the gymnasts in awe and for the next few days she tried to do stretchy wonderful things with her body, attempted handstand, perfected her crab and took running jumps on to things she really shouldn’t! We were all inspired by what we saw.

Then came the Paralympics, the super humans. I must admit I do have mixed feelings with that term. However political correctness aside I was looking forward to these events.  I wanted my boy to watch some of these events (apart from the rugby, no it’s not a case of wrapping him up in cotton wool but what mother allows her son to play murder ball!)  

Anyway.. my son has recently been saying I can’t. I was hoping that watching the Paralympic athletes would show he can. I explained to him that some of the athletes had the same condition he has. (and like my mother used to tell me there is no such word as can’t)

The four of us sat down to watch the Paralympic opening ceremony. I was silently praying that Sir Paul McCartney was not making an appearance on this one. My son fell asleep at the Olympic opening ceremony so I expected much the same from him this time but as the athletes paraded into the stadium something shifted in my 10 year old’s eyes. Here were ‘people like him’ we had a running commentary on the type of wheelchair, the man with no hand, the one who had no leg, he asked question after question and he was fascinated! These athletes were being clapped and cheered and they weren’t running in, they had wheelchairs like him, a scooter like he has. I could see the change in his face and as the athletes waved to the camera he started to frantically wave back. Finally something he could relate to and something that could tell him ‘he can’.
He then got very concerned about the performers suspended in their wheelchairs from the ceiling, asking if they had their seatbelts on.

Over the next couple of weeks I made sure that he could watch some of these games and see that yes although these athletes have very real disabilities they can still accomplish great things. You can dream big despite having a disability and you can achieve and be successful.

As a mother I always try to instill these beliefs in both my children, I want them to grow up and be confident, have a sense of achievement, have unfailing hope. This is fairly easy with my 5 year old girl, she is flourishing, naturally clever, very pretty (I am biased) and has oodles of confidence. With my boy though it is slightly harder, born with a genetic condition, which is progressive and no cure (at the moment) how do you keep that hope alive? How do I keep encouraging him that he can, knowing that each new skill he learns he will lose again, that as things stand today at some point in the future he will lose the use of all his muscles? The truth be known there are some things he can not do. Surely even the best mother I think must struggle with this at some point. Of course he is gorgeous and he is gifted but when he looks at his peers, when he struggles with school work,b when he sees his sister tearing around like a loon and when he watches his sporting hero’s it pushes him deeper into I can’t…
However you put my boy into a social setting and by God he can! My son can talk for Team GB if there was a category for talking he would win gold medal hands down. (those of you who know him are now cheering him on from the sidelines, nodding your head and smiling to yourself as you recall his many questions, and again I apologise profusely for his inappropriate ones)
These Paralympics showed him something of I can, knowing that some of these young Paralympians had the same condition as him, gave hope and gave a tangible sense of I can and it wasn’t just to me and my son but actually to a whole community who are often told you can’t. Some of them had even come from Scotland to London showing him that he can travel and be independent. It encouraged us and spurred us on. During the opening ceremony a friend on twitter told me that Holland was alive and kicking and throughout the Olympics we started to embrace Holland a little more (If you don’t know what I am talking about read the link at the bottom of the page)

The Paralympics was not a celebration of disability it was about sport. Journalists were actually told that focusing on the athletes impairments would be considered unnecessary. Focusing on someones disability goes completely against the social model. Putting that to one side, the Paralympics brought disability to the forefront of the nation, it brought wheelchairs, it brought prosthetics into our sitting room and it ‘normalised’ it. For two weeks at least, people started to see past the disability and past the aids and they saw the athlete. They saw the I can.

Peoples opinions have started to change and long may that continue, hopefully my son’s teachers will have been inspired, his peers, his friends and they will start to see he can. Oh and let’s not forget about the other mums, those that look on with pity as you take your child into school (thankfully I don’t know many of them)

Lord Seb Coe summed it up at his closing speech

“In this country we will never see disability the same way and the Paralympians have lifted the cloud of limitation”

I have seen my children inspired by what they have seen, and I hope that inspiration moves on to aspiration. Inspiration often runs cold doesn’t it, I know that as my gym membership card is still in the useful things draw. Aspiration is an internal thing, it’s about mind and spirit it’s not just a warm feeling after watching someone do something amazing. Our Team GB Olympians and Paralympians have done both they have aspired to do great things and in turn they have inspired a generation, that was the logo of the games after all. This government needs to follow on from this and we as individuals need build on this. The word lasting legacy has been used a lot in the last few weeks, I hope it’s not just a term the ministers are playing with. For disabled young people in particular I pray there truly is a lasting legacy with,amongst other things, more sporting opportunities things need to change as even in 2012 our mainstream society is still not the most accessible.
Our young people disabled and non disabled need opportunities that make sense to them, they need to have the space and the opportunity to dream and to achieve and we need to give our children the chance to succeed, the courage to aspire to great things because after all it will be their turn to inspire the next generation.

Dont just be inspired by great things aspire to do great things..
My job as a mum is to ensure that both my kids can turn this inspiration into aspiration and so I have chased up my little girls gymnastic lessons and have looked into the boccia clubs for my boy.

The gym membership card is still in the useful things draw, well 2/3 aint bad 😉

PS the bit I mentioned about Holland, you can read the poem here its called Welcome to Holland http://www.journeyofhearts.org/kirstimd/holland.htm