This afternoon on the walk home from school, my just-turned-six-year-old Kindergartener didn’t want to hold my hand. I repeat: MY BABY BOY DIDN’T WANT TO HOLD MY HAND (insert devastated Mum emoji). This may sound normal. But for me, it was big. I knew this day was coming (not the handholding bit, the growing up
Let’s talk about the C word. Not that C-word. The one that so often comes with a, ‘Oh you poor thing, you’re having a C-section’. And yes. People do actually say things like that. I went into my first C-section devastated that I wasn’t fulfilling the Earth Mother calling to give birth naturally, which I’d
I’ve never thought of myself as having much in common with bears. Sure, there is the fact that we’re both mammals, and I have often been described as a bear with a sore head when I don’t get enough sleep (which explains much of the past 5 years!). But there is one other clever trait
Do you hear that? I think I hear time itself stop…. … Oops. My bad. It’s the front door. D A D D Y’ S H O M E ! ! ! ! Here he is – the man of the hour – swanning in through the front door with his non-chalant swagger (and rugged good-looks), full
Once upon a time, I thought I knew who I was. Then I became a Mum.
When the unexpected happens, you’ve just gotta roll with the punches and enjoy the ride
You know the phrase ‘compare and despair?’ It rings a little too true as a Mum. We can be our own toughest critics. So when doubt creeps in and you start comparing yourself to others – pump the brakes, take the pressure down and give yourself some credit. Nobody can ‘do you’ like you can (literally!)