Long, lanky legs. Pointy shoulder blades. Teeth that look too big for your mouth. Stretching like a beanstalk every few weeks. My boys’ frame is changing. It is developing faster and faster, and sometimes it feels like a race to keep up. To keep up with the need for forever bigger clothes; for fast changing… Read More Window//06Jan2020
I can teach you about the smell of lavender when you brush it against your hand. I can teach you about the life cycle of a butterfly. I can teach you how to tie your shoe laces and brush your teeth: under, over; back and forth. I can teach you how to plant a seed… Read More The Smell of Lavender//02Feb2019
My back gave up on me this week. It’s been threatening to for a while. I think six years of constantly carrying one small child or another on my left hip finally caught up on me. The straw that broke this camel’s back was a ‘fun walk in the sun over the hill’ with the… Read More Physicality//10May2018
* My first post of 2018 is a little late, but winter hibernation has dragged on for a while for me this year. Like the daffodils feel the pull of the sun, I am starting to feel the pull of the creative again too. I sit in the dark with Littlest on my lap as… Read More Pointy Elbows//21Feb2018
I find myself seeking out the little pools of autumn light around the house. I sink into them and bathe like a lizard, absorbing all the warmth and goodness from the sun in the knowledge that winter, and increasing darkness, will soon be upon us. Like a squirrel I am storing up this light in… Read More Seeking Out The Light//12Nov2017
https://studiomothers.com/2017/10/26/cars-on-the-ivory-keys-becca-hitch/ I am really pleased to have some of my work featured on Studiomothers.com If you’re unfamiliar with it, it’s an online community focussing primarily on the issues that creative mothers encounter. I’ve found it a helpful place to go when I’ve been frustrated balancing my creative aims with the relentlessness of motherhood. Infact, as… Read More Cars on the Ivory Keys//26Oct2017 *Studio Mothers Feature*
I need to provide an introduction for this piece of writing. It is something I wrote several years ago and I have thought and thought for a long time about whether to put it on here. This piece of writing is from a period in my life where I was struggling with the really challenging… Read More A Soft Heart//16Mar2015
The first note of Swan Lake sounds out across the room and, like a switch has been flicked, her whole demeanour suddenly changes. She drops what she is doing and with chin held high she rises up like on a breeze. Her face looks calm, graceful, serious. She raises her arms above her head and… Read More They Are The Gold//17Oct2017
Little boy in red stands on the doorstep. Fresh-faced but unaware of what is ahead. Book-bag clutched in a clammy hand and full of nothing but potential. We have arrived at this moment. A milestone I have been crawling to for some time now. Some days I have crawled through mud and across glass to… Read More Acorn//19Sep2016
Sand gets everywhere. Into every crevice and curve; into every sandwich and snack. It exfoliates my knees red raw as I attempt to build masterful sandcastles with the eldest children whilst fending off the Littlest ‘Sandcastle Destroyer’ with my spade. The inevitable sandcastle collapses invoke wails of deep grief, as does any dripping ice cream,… Read More Sandy Holidays//10Aug2017
Living in the Tension 