A Squish and a Squeeze

Inspired by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler’s excellent picture book of similar name which I have read endlessly to my children.

Kids in a box.

A busy young lady lived with her young fella,

with marathons run and career going stellar.

Her subconscious self heard her stumble and strife,

“There’s not enough meaning in my life.

Something’s amiss, won’t you help me please?

My life is a squish and a squeeze.”

You need a child,” said the innermost voice.

“I need a child? What a curious choice!”

Well, the child never slept and then shat on the floor.

And Mum found career, glitz and glamour no more.

The shaken young lady cried, “For heaven’s sake!

I love her so much but she’s always awake!

I never relax as she wakes with the breeze.

My life is a squish and a squeeze.”

And she said, “Inner voice, won’t you help me please?

My life is a squish and a squeeze.”

Have baby two,” said the innermost voice.

“Have baby two? What a curious choice!”

Well, child two pulled the hair of child one and then screamed.

Then child one pinched child two, it was worse than she’d dreamed!

The shattered young lady cried, “Flipping old heck!”

“These girls are divine, but a pain in the neck!”

I can’t write an email, I’ve lost the car keys.

My life is a squish and a squeeze!”

And she said, “Inner voice, won’t you help me please?

My life is a squish and a squeeze!”

Have baby three,” said the innermost voice.

“Have baby three? What a curious choice!”

Child three made the other two seem easy peasy.

So headstrong, so wilful it makes her feel queasy.

The broken young lady cried, “I’m simply beat!

Three girls are just mental, a psychotic treat!

Emotional meltdowns brought on by a sneeze.

My life is a squish and a squeeze!”

And she said, “Inner voice, won’t you help me please?

My life is a squish and a squeeze!”

“Write a blog,” said the innermost voice…

And she did.


I have not yet reached the part of the story where my children fly the nest and I wake up bereft and feeling the space that they have left in my heart like a gaping chasm (which, in our current economic climate is unlikely to be for another thirty years). Where I look back at the pressure and demands that they put upon me and long for it like a drug. My own mother’s wise words have unveiled this window to the future, and yet this does not stop me from desiring SPACE from my children.

So in the meantime, while we all travel through our individual A Squish and A Squeeze stories, let’s try to find ways not to feel so… well… squished and squeezed…

Let’s fit things in!

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