This is for the Mother thick in loss,
The bad news echoing in her ears, the tears staining her bare thighs which warm the familiar white seat beneath her.
The questions whirling around in her head, like the storm she wasn’t prepared for. The self-blame drowning her.
Read MoreThey say it gets easier
That sleep will come
That they’ll move to solids
And be walking by one.
Read MoreChildren of mine,
Let me tell you.
Because I need you to know.
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I need you to know that every time I hold you, the world stops.
There’s a quietness in our space, our togetherness, our peace.
Read MoreThere’s only one of me
And I can feel not enough
My posture ruined, my arms too short
As I try to share my love.
Read MoreThis is for the mother, newer or older, caught up in the noise and opinions of others.
The mother who feels the external pressures or puts too much pressure on herself to be perfect.
The mother who may not see clearly right now or see anything other than the “shoulds”.
Yesterday was one of the hardest days I
have had as a parent in a long time.
I felt defeated by 10.00am.
The tears just kept coming.
Then tantrums.
Then more tears.
Read MoreMotherhood reminders from me to you:
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You are allowed to hide in the toilet when your other half gets home, and spend way too long on your phone.
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Read MoreMotherhood is made up of moments.
It’s the seconds, minutes and hours that make up the days in the weeks, months and years.
It’s the moments of energy, or lack of energy, and the external demands of life.
It’s you and them in this season together, trying to make the most of every single moment.
It takes courage to be a mother.
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To hope for a chance at them, to go in completely blind, to trust in the process.
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To swallow the pain, to keep trying after loss, to carry them through the storms of anxiety if you get a chance at all.
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Read MoreThere’s no space to eat, without someone wanting what you’re having.
There’s no space to sleep, without someone waking you part-way though.
There’s no space to think, without someone asking you a million questions.
There’s no space to work, without someone climbing all over you.
Read MoreA snap shot of my mind right now...
Where has my bum gone?
I’d love to smile bigger at the moment.
He’s getting so heavy. And big. And grown up. I’m happy and sad about that.
Read MoreBeing a mother isn’t always easy,
But I wouldn’t change it.
Not a single thing.
Not the tired.
Not the relentlessness.
Not the hard.
No matter how tiring, relentless or hard it can be.
Read MoreThis one’s for the Lockdown Mother,
The Mother who’s sick of the same four walls, the sound of her own snappy voice, and the mess
everywhere she looks.
The Mother who’s overwhelmed by all of the worsening news, her thoughts, and the things piling up around her that she just can’t get on top of.
Read MoreThese are the nights of us,
Broken sleep a guarantee,
Unsure how many times we’ll wake,
A game of wait and see.
Read MoreThis is what supporting a mother looks like.
A complete stranger seeing my exhaustion, picking up the children’s toys from underneath the chairs and bringing them back to me, without waiting to see me struggling, or me having to politely ask.
Read MoreYesterday I was holding a young baby.
Small hands and smaller feet.
Tiny tears and tiny nappies.
Read MoreMama,
It can be such a busy time right now.
You are in the thick of it, with all the things to do, and never enough time.
The washing, the changing nappies, the rocking, the routine, the lack of routine, the playing, the cooking, the cleaning, the “you time” which may or may not come.
And on top of all of that, there’s the feeding them.
Read MoreCould you tell?
Could you tell that this woman used to wear heels, suits, and makeup every day?
That her work was her life?
That the weekdays consumed her?
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