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”
This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you sit in another specialist’s room, hoping maybe this one will have the answer for your child.
Continue reading “A prayer for the hurting Mumma”
I don’t really feel the year has started properly until school kicks in … any one else like me?
So I am looking forward to school starting again next week and the return to routine.
But I am also going to be a little sad. We have 18 summers with our kids before they are adults and I want to soak up every day of each one.
Does that mean that it has all been sweetness and light over here? You have to be kidding me! But I have done some things that have kept me (and the girls) sane this holidays.
Continue reading “7 things that have kept me sane this holidays”
I remind my girls to use their manners. I remind them to empty the sand from their shoes before they enter the house. I remind them to pick up their clothes, and talk kindly, and to walk in the house, and … the list goes on.
I finally understand what my mother meant when she said she felt like a stuck record.
Continue reading “seventy times what?!”
I had a conversation with my girl the other day about an upcoming excursion.
‘I’m feeling nervous, and excited, Mummy.’
Continue reading “all the feels”