Wilde Like Me by Louise Pentland

21 September 2018

Wilde Like Me by Lousie Pentland


‘Does anyone else out there feel like me?’

Robin Wilde is an awesome single Mum. She’s great at her job. Her best friend Lacey and bonkers Auntie Kath love her and Little Lyla Blue to the moon and back. From the outside, everything looks just fine.

But Robin has a secret.

Behind the mask she carefully applies everyday, things sometimes feel... grey. And lonely.

After 4 years (and 2 months and 24 days) of single-Mum-dom, Robin realised its time to get out there and Change. Her. Life! 

A little courage and creativity go a long way, and exciting new opportunities are soon on the horizon - maybe a man, maybe the chance of a lifetime...

Robin Wilde is about to embark on quite an adventure...’ - Credit: Wilde Like Me by Louise Pentland


Where do I begin? It’s going to be difficult writing this review without giving too much away but if I had to describe it in one word.. that word would definitely have to be amazing!

There was never a moment where I had to force myself to continue. Wilde Like Me is that book you just have to read and read until you reach the end. I had it by my pillow so I could have a read first thing the morning, it would be there waiting on my kitchen worktop whilst cooking, it literally went everywhere with me!

Robin Wilde is a single mum of one and this book is about her day to day life and how she overcomes hurdles and makes changes that literally turn into an adventure. You don’t have to be a single mum, or even a mum to find this book amusing and relatable. 

Robin embarks on a journey that potentially changes her life. She stumbles upon someone she thinks ‘this is it’ but is it though? Little does she know that her life is going to change, she’s going to find new meaning, a new stronger woman emerges from her ready to conquer the world.

She’s faced with life changing decisions and most importantly, the decision to stand up for herself, stand up for how she feels rather than let someone else dictate how she feels and who she is.

Best thing about it: How relatable it was! I don’t think I can say that word enough already but it’s true. Every page, every scene, I was literally thinking to myself ‘oh yes, that’s exactly how I feel...’ it was so refreshing to read something different - the wonderfully way it was written helped the story to flow very smoothly.

It was not only humorous at times but there were moments where you’d feel your pulse rate rushing to a whole new level thinking about what’s going to happen next.

I felt every emotion that Robin felt, when she was happy, I was happy, when she was sad, I was sad and have lumps form in my throat. 

I didn’t think a book could have such an impact but it did and I am really glad that I chose Wilde Like Me to be the first book I read after my break. Louise Pentland has created a whole world that was already known but hidden inside of us. Robin Wilde is me, Robin Wilde is you - she’s all of us.

This novel has to be one of the most empowering thought provoking and yes relatable (I said it again) novel I have ever read.

I cannot wait to tuck into its sequel Wilde About The Girl!


Have you read Wilde Like Me? 

       What did you think?

Raising a Bilingual Baby

17 September 2018

BILINGUALISM; (of a person) able to use two languages equally well, or (of a thing) using or involving two languages - the Cambridge dictionary. 

When you have a baby, one of the things you think about is their first word and when will they be able to communicate with you verbally. 

It is said that it is so very important for you to talk to your child from day one - even if you think they don’t understand. This is meant to help with baby’s development regarding their hearing and helping them to find their own voice.

Little A is being raised with two different languages, English and Urdu, although technically there will be a third language (mother tongue Punjabi) used around her but not directly spoken to her. I have had so many comments from people either that I’m going to end up confusing my child and that I should just choose the one language. 

But I’ve also had comments from people who are just fascinated by this and think it’s a brilliant idea. 

I decided to speak to Little A in both languages from day one. I don’t pick and choose when I speak English or Urdu, it just happens naturally. 

I have always heard that children under the age of ten, especially little children are able to pick up another language quite easily compared to adults and it’s amazing how I am seeing this come true right before my own eyes.

At 8 months old, Little A said her first proper word that actually had meaning behind it and wasn’t just her making a sound. She called me ‘Ammi’ to get my attention. Ammi means Mummy in Urdu - although I have never directly said the word to her myself, I kept repeating Mumma or Mummy to her, I believe she picked up on Ammi hearing me call my own mother that.

But the beautiful thing is that now she not only calls me Ammi but Mummy too.

It’s been a couple of weeks now that I have come to noticed that if I give her an instruction in English and she follows it, more than half an hour later or so or even half a day later if I say the same thing to her again but in Urdu she still understands. 

Despite negative comments coming forth, I am adamant on speaking both languages to Little A because each to their own but I’m of the personal opinion (please note, this is an opinion) that if you are able to teach another language to your child then why not go for it?

After all, at school we get drowned in language lessons for a reason right?

I don’t think raising a Bilingual Baby is going to cause any confusion but is actually going to help her sense of understanding of phonics. 

After all, my parents spoke two languages to me at the same time and I turned out fine (I hope) in fact I happily and proudly put on my CV and personal statements that I can speak more than one language fluently.

I remember doing my GCSE Urdu in year 7 and getting that first ever A was the very first thing I was proud of, let me make it clear, speaking Urdu growing up was a breeze but reading and writing a total different alphabet was just a whole different story altogether.

I’ll forever be grateful to my parents for deciding to go ahead with raising me with more than just English because l have cousins who question their own parents why they weren’t introduced to their mother tongue and I don’t want Little A to ask me when she’s older.

Raising a bilingual baby doesn’t effectively mean directly teaching your child a different language in cases where more than one language is spoken at home, it comes naturally, like I said I don’t pick and choose, it’s impossible.

If Little A grows up and wants to give just one language the preference then that’s totally up to her, I just want to her to have the options and that might mean throwing both English and Urdu out of the window and embracing Welsh or any other language for that matter!

It’s Not a Fairytale

14 September 2018

5 years ago today, the husband and I made it official (yes we have two anniversaries, 14th September, our Islamic wedding when we made it legal and 24th August - the big wedding do). 

These past years have indeed been quite of a rollercoaster ride, we had so many reasons to smile over but a lot of reasons to shed tears for.

Our relationship has been tested many times to the extent I admit, over the years, I have found myself wondering is it even worth it.

When our son passed away, our relationship took the turn for the worst. We were both grieving but in our own ways, he didn’t want to talk about it and just wanted to pretend like everything’s ok whereas I was and am the opposite, I prefer to talk about it, I wanted to talk about our son to everyone and expected that at least my husband would understand but at the time there was no response from him, I felt so alone. 

He closed himself up to the extent he refused to have any keepsakes or photos of our precious little boy around the home, which broke my heart even more. 

He was grieving, this was his way of grieving but I didn’t understand because all I ever wanted was acknowledgement that I was still a Mum but I didn’t get that.

We eventually got through this and he opened up one day and I realised that he was hurting too, of course he was, why wouldn’t he be? But I guess at the time we were both so vulnerable, we both just didn’t know how to react to each other that lead to us drifting apart rather than becoming even closer.

Throughout the years, I have found our relationship to be strange. One minute we can be the most loving couple the world has ever seen and the next we might be bickering with each other like two kids fighting over who drank the last of the chocolate milkshake in the fridge.

That being said, we’ve had so many moments, memories that we’ve created and cherished.

Whatever’s happened in the past few years doesn’t negate the fact that he is my rock, he helped me, he worked around the clock to make things work so I could stay at home with our daughter for the first year of her life and that’s only just a little snippet. 

There’s been smiles, there’s been laughter, there’s been tears, there’s been heartbreak, but most importantly there’s been friendship. 

I think that in every relationship, whether that’s with your spouse or someone else - friendship is the key because marriage is not a land of fairytales at all, it’s a journey with a lot of hurdles that you have to get through together, you’ve got to remember them vows, the promise to always take care of each other. 

Yesterday may be have been cloudy and today rainy but tomorrow your rainbow may start to beam through. 

These past 5 years have no doubt been adventurous but it perhaps has made us that a little bit stronger because phew I should receive some sort of a medal for sticking right? Just kidding, we’ll spare one for him too, on a serious note though we have already got a reward in the face of our beautiful rainbow daughter. 

How I’ve Grown as a Parent

10 September 2018

It’s been 18 lovely months since I was blessed to physically step into the land of motherhood. When I look back at these 18 months, I surprise myself how I’ve changed. 

This isn’t a post about How Motherhood Has Changed Me as I’ve already written all about that but it’s a look back on how I’ve managed to actually grow as a parent. I am not the same parent I was a year ago, that’s so for sure. 

When we all step into parenthood, it is no doubt like stepping into unknown territory and of course you’re going to be nervous as hell as there is no parenting book (no matter how many are published) that prepares you for what’s coming your way. It’s because we’re all different, our children are different - we are humans, we cannot abide by textbooks.

Let’s just take one example, I can use public transport! Yes, that’s right. I’ve always been fine going on the bus by myself but with a baby/toddler, I had always envisioned an inconsolable crying child in tow who’d no matter what I’d do would just scream and scream.

This thought put me off. I have indeed missed out on many things just because of this which I really regret but I guess we’ll just have to let bygones be bygones. 

How did I grow out of this though? I had no choice, if I didn’t take this step then I would be missing out on taking my daughter to groups (as I work now) where she has a lot of fun with other little bubbas, I would’ve missed that excitement in her eyes whenever we go. 

Is Little A the screaming child, I had cooked up in my mind? She is actually quite far from that. She loves looking at other people and playing peekaboo and she eventually falls asleep if she’s really tired out!

Similarly to this, I have avoided going to big shopping centres, we’ve been to several retail parks but not shopping malls like Westfield as an example, but the above picture just sums it all. 

I realised it isn’t what I thought it would be like with a toddler that I made the trip twice in just 6 days! First time round, she slept through it all but the second time, she was wide awake, we took her out of the pram and let her explore and when it came to lunchtime, just put her back in the pram, handed her sandwiches to her which she munched on and soon after fell asleep at her normal nap time for 1.5 hours whilst we shopped and ate ourselves!

I know you must be thinking that this won’t last when she grows up it’ll be challenging but we’ll just leave that to the future, shall we?

Moving on, let’s talk about routine. 

I have always been the Mum whose child has to eat and sleep at the same time everyday. I remember when Little A would go off routine, I’d start to panic but that’s no longer the case.

We still have a set routine, she does eat and nap around the same time but if she goes off routine because of course she will, she is human, I don’t panic at all. 

Moreover, whenever there use to be a family get together, I’d always leave well in advance because I didn’t want to risk Little A falling asleep on the way home but for the past two months or so, I just make a judgment call, sometimes I leave early sometimes I leave late (late being 7:45pm that is) and if she does fall asleep on the way home then so be it.

This means I can have a nice time with my loved ones and Little A enjoys a lot too. 

But when we are indeed at home, then I do stick to the same bedtime.

This was just a little snippet of how I’ve grown up in the past year, I could go on forever but I just wanted to relay that it’s perfectly alright to embrace parenthood the way you want. It’s just a learning curve, we can’t know the complete A to Z of parenting from day one because there isn’t any and that’s the beauty of it. 

August Favourites

7 September 2018

August has been a month of milestones, it marked three months since I began my job and Little A turned 18 months! I have also come across amazing posts and here are some of my favourite reads of the month:

A Big Day for Ettie Willow Faith from Ettie and Me

This post brought a smile to my face, it has come at a time when my toddler has now outright refused to go in her cot so this was an interesting read. It has shown me that it’s perfectly alright if you or your child don’t follow the baby ‘guide’. 

In this blog post, Ettie’s transition has been documented to a toddler bed in her own room but what I loved the most about it was the fact that the lovely Emma is so open minded about it all if it doesn’t go to plan because seriously as parents we really do need to take the ‘chill pill’ for our own sanity!

Postnatal Depression is so common and yet hardly spoken about. Wendy shares her experience with us and how it effected her and how she overcame it all and most importantly why is it so important to seek help and keep banging on that door if you don’t receive the service you need. 

I was at the brink of tears when I read this, tears of anger. It hurts me to even think that they are horrible people in this world that one day my daughter will probably have to face in one form or the other.

Annette quite bravely shared her experience of being fat shamed in public by a ‘fellow’ Mum - I couldn’t be more proud of this wonderful woman for helping to raise awareness by sharing her own experience, this isn’t the most easiest of things to do. 

Being a mother of a little girl, I was instantly attracted towards the title of this blog post. This post really expressed how we are all different - even in 2018 people expect girls to love glitter and pink but that’s far from reality. What is amazing is that we as mothers may be one way but our daughter’s who we are raising may end up being a total opposite from us and that’s the beauty of it all, right?


What have been your favourites?

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