I am in the middle. In the middle of the term; in the middle of the primary years of parenting; in the middle of fifty-three thousand unfinished tasks (or so it seems). My mind is always full with too many tabs open.
I’m dropping the ball. Last week I took the girls to their swimming class straight after school. I had packed the bag with a warm change of clothes, googles, towel, everything but their swimmers!
It feels like a treadmill of washing, cooking, making lunches, hassling about homework, etc. You know the regular ins and outs of #mumlife Continue reading “on parenting in the middle”
On Friday my youngest daughter (pictured above) turns 7. And I will have a 7-year-old and an 8-year-old for a season. And it surprises me how long I’ve been doing this parenting gig. And how much I still feel like a complete novice. I’m still so unsure of what I’m doing and I’m still so very desperate to get it right for their sakes.
Often this manifests itself in an attitude of instruction, “please use your cutlery; don’t swing on your chair; please finish your mouthful before speaking.” Whilst this example is from the dinner table, some days it feels like my whole day is issuing instructions.
I have been pondering how I can cultivate tenderness in my every day. Thinking about how I can make my daily interactions less about the doing and more about the being with. Continue reading “on cultivating tenderness”
I have been feeling the gap of late. The gap between who I am, and who I want to be. The gap between what I know and what I need to know. There is a steep learning curve and I am right at the bottom of it.
I am in a season of stretch. I am in a season of great exponential growth.
I have a deep sense of my inadequacy, my shortfall, and what I lack. I feel unprepared to tackle the season ahead.
Continue reading “What I lack”
In praise of this ordinary day.
This day where you stumble bleary-eyed
into the shower.
This day where you make lunches
and defuse arguments
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Today we reach the end of Present over Perfect and our book club. It would be tempting to say that we have arrived.
And yet, if there is something this book has reinforced for me over and over, it is that life is a journey. We never actually arrive. Continue reading “Present over Perfect book club: embrace the journey”
I have discovered a wonderful technique for dealing with the overwhelm of daily life. And that is asking the question ‘What’s on top?’
What is the first thing that comes to mind that is annoying you, or you just can’t shake that you need to do?
Continue reading “Present over Perfect Bookclub: what’s on top?”