Peace: a poem

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.

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10 truths about baby number 2

It’s been a while, eh?! I wrote this post about three months ago and never got around to popping it on this here blog. Life is pretty hectic with two little ones and while I occasionally write the odd note on my phone, I haven’t quite found the spare time to publish anything. Since I last wrote my eldest turned 2, we’ve had a gorgeous Chrismas together and all of a sudden it’s a new year and we have a two year old and a 6 month old…madness! This is a list of realisations I’ve come to since having our lovely little JB and becoming a family of four. I’m sure other parents of more than one child will understand some of these. Continue reading

Sibling Kicks

I thought I’d pop a little poetry post up before we go away this week. I am super excited as we are going back to Center Parcs! Obviously I’ll be a bit quieter on social media and won’t be posting anything on the blog so I thought I’d leave you with a poem I have written about the baby always kicking when I hold TM. I mentioned this in my most recent pregnancy update and it just seems so special to me, to have this little one growing inside me who seems to know when I cuddle their big brother; so naturally I’ve written a poem about it!

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The #RockingMotherhood Tag

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

What type of parent do you want to be?

There comes a time when you have to consider what kind of parent you want to be. I read this funny post by my wonderful friend Lucy at Occupation:(M)other about all the different parenting styles and techniques that she’s employed in her three years as a mother and it got me reflecting on what kind of parents we are and what we will be in the future. There are so many labels and groups, countless experts and theories, and I think these labels are unhelpful and unnecessary in many ways. But when it comes to ‘discipline’ and the like, you do have to make decisions about how you’ll handle unwanted behaviour and what approach you’ll take. I don’t think I know many people who follow a really prescriptive approach whether that be Gina Ford, Jo Frost, gentle parenting or any other sort – most of us pick and choose the things that suit us and appeal to our instincts. Not forgetting, of course, that it all depends on the child. You might have wanted to put your kid on the naughty step and then realise that it hasn’t made one single bit of difference to their behaviour… so could be time to rethink!

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Reflections of a mother (one year in…)

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.