Posting this poem does feel a little like baring a bit of my soul but I’m going to be brave! Now, some days I find being a mother so tough. Sometimes it’s relentless hard work and I feel my patience has worn thin and I am all touched out. BUT I am lucky enough to have moments, every day, of absolute joy. I really do love being a mother and I wrote this poem in the middle of the night when I was in that loved up haze of having a new baby – I think JB was just a few weeks old. I realised in all my life I had never felt so contented and, simply, happy.
As parents, I think we are often guilty of focussing on the things we wish we could do better and the things we feel guilty about. When the fabulous Pat from White Camellias came up with the #RockingMotherhood tag, challenging mum bloggers to come up with a list of 10 reasons why they are a brilliant mother, I thought it was a great idea. She kindly nominated me to join in and I have finally got round to doing so! It’s so refreshing to focus on what we are good at and proud of; we’re all doing a great job. Without further ado; here’s 10 reasons why I am rocking motherhood… Continue reading
I suppose that title is a little misleading as, like many people, I felt like a mother long before I actually gave birth. You feel a huge amount of love while you’re pregnant and I think a shift starts straight away. You stop making decisions based purely on your own wants and needs and you start considering your unborn baby: this unselfishness (is that a word?!) continues and increases once your baby is born. But, for the purposes of this, my son is now a year old and I thought it was a good moment to reflect on the things I have learnt in my first year of being a mother.
This is in no way a sponsored post, but I have been the lucky recipient of #MamaMail and recently finally got my arse into gear to send some…and it’s such a joyous thing that I wanted to write about it. Especially at the moment, when so much in the world seems sad and full of hatred and fear. Continue reading
My lovely baby boy is fast becoming a toddler. He’s 11 months old, walking everywhere and showing a wonderful, cheeky, affectionate personality. I always love to think about how traits get passed down in the family and to see whether kids pick up quirks and habits that their parents or other family members have. I thought it’d be fun to reflect on a few of the traits that TM seems to have got from B and I – so far! Continue reading