Being a mum
23 October 2017
Every now and then a mum will receive feedback that they have done something right!
One of these moments came for me when my daughter was in high school. She showed me one of her essays and in this paragraph I found confirmation of much that I had hoped for and anticipated as a parent.
16 October 2017
All parents want to raise well-disciplined children, but not all forms of discipline work for all kids.
09 October 2017
25 September 2017
This week controversial headlines have flashed across my newsfeed on more than one occasion announcing that a study at Melbourne University has found that children born via caesarean section perform worse than those born via vaginal birth (1).
18 September 2017
There’s a difference between a power struggle and childish disobedience.
11 September 2017
“I don’t know. She might have been a bit overstimulated? Or maybe she is teething? I’m not sure.”
As I heard these words spoken by a mum of many children, oh so long ago, I sat suddenly changed. As a new Mum I had been trying so hard! I had thought if I just did everything *right* then my baby would sleep, and play, and do all-the-right-things. And this would mean I was a ‘good’ parent.
03 September 2017
I have a friend whose father died when she was two years old. She has gone through life with a strong sense of loss for the father she had only briefly. One day, when she was reminiscing about some fun activity that her children had enjoyed with their dad she commented, “One of the things I’m grateful for about my husband is that he is a father my children can love, which is something I never had.”
28 August 2017
Recently my 8 year old daughter, who is an enthusiastic ‘ideas girl’, came to me and asked if we could play a round of Secret Agents.
21 August 2017
Do you struggle with seeing the good in life? How do you answer the ‘is the glass half-full, or half-empty’ question?
14 August 2017
Any time a young mum talks to me about discipline of their little kids I remember the lip balm incident. Then I cringe a little with remembered guilt. And then I allow myself grace.