My kids have seen me laughing. My kids have seen me breaking down. My kids have seen me in raw, primal, unbound sadness where I didn’t control any of the sounds coming out of me. And I love that. Because what doesn’t seem like very long ago I was a woman who held it all
I’ve just now realized that the whole 9 months mum spent carrying me were probably spent numb and not wanting to connect just in case the same thing happened again. You see, my mum experienced 9 stillbirths and miscarriages before she had me. She had to grieve that many babies before I arrived. Womb trauma.
I have reached a stage in my parenting journey that no one ever talks about. No one writes books saying this is how it’s done for this stage. Pregnancy, babies, toddlers, children, even teens are written about. But no one talks about the transition from being the parent raising a child to being a parent
Have you ever witnessed so much love being poured into a person that the energy is palpable and everyone’s bodies are moving with this energy and emotion is abundant? This energy injects the space with something that cannot be put into words and is an honour to experience and witness. I’ve experienced love in so
Why is she educating people on body image issues? She has the perfect body. Flat stomach, perky boobs, long legs what could she possibly have learnt about overcoming body image issues? Yep those are the thoughts that sometimes go through my head, or have in the past. Because all the people I saw sharing about
This morning I said to a friend my kids are on school holidays so I’m more free with my time since I don’t have to worry about drop off or pick up. Then I realized it’s singular now – I have a child at school, not plural. My children are growing up. My oldest just
I started questioning my decisions…
Why can’t there be a better system?