This is the face of a woman who is very tired, and very excited to be going home to her husband and kids. This week…
Being a mom in the modern age – while working, and trying to find some sense of personal self amidst the noise and chaos. An honest look at motherhood!
This is the face of a woman who is very tired, and very excited to be going home to her husband and kids. This week…
I keep thinking about new growth, and how we’re given exactly the opportunities we need to stretch. Sometimes the stretching is emotional, sometimes it’s mental…
Is it possible? Am I writing about something that isn’t grief or parenting related? Believe it!
This has been such a strange time to live through, hasn’t it? One of the themes that keeps recurring in conversations with my friends is male/female gender roles. They’ve been brought into the spotlight for many of us. It’s something I’m still grappling with, so I’m not sure how coherent this will be, but here goes…
We are in such an intensely sweet stage with the kids at the moment, interspersed by periods of intense whining. Such is life, I suppose! But I want to remember these moments because this is the part of childhood I loved the most, and the part of parenting I was most excited about…
It’s been a strange few days here in the McPeddle household… Last week was really sad, as I said, and I was just starting to climb out of that feeling when illness hit. Ella got chickenpox on Friday and we were on contagious house arrest all weekend, and it was… surprising.
I’ve always been an optimist (thank heavens) and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been wildly enthusiastic. I feel so grateful for both of these traits – I don’t know if you can do much about it if you’re not naturally optimistic or if it’s hard to muster enthusiasm about things. For me, life is peppered with moments to look forward to. Small things that bring me slices of joy. (Like now: I just put on a pair of new socks and ooooh that feeling of new socks is so lovely!)
I cannot tell you how delighted I am that my kids appear to have inherited this gene.
It seems that this is the week of ostrich confessions! My approach to the news is generally very simple: I ignore it. If there’s something I need to know, Mark will fill me in (he reads BBC News on his phone all day and night, it seems). But I try to stay out of it as much as I can. This week, that’s been impossible.
Presence. It’s such a buzzword these days, isn’t it? But I think if we do it right, it’s really, really powerful.
I have a One Line A Day diary that I started when Arty was born: a space to write a line that encapsulates that day or helps me remember something special. Lately, there have been too many moments of sweetness to choose from.
I’m always on the lookout for mom advice – always. Maybe one day I’ll feel like I have this whole mothering thing waxed, but for now I’m always keen to learn more. Both for my own sanity, and for my kids. I got two fantastic pieces of Mom advice last week, and wanted to share them…