Even on the very worst days, there’s usually a light to be found. Flecked throughout or dappled like sunlight we can usually find at least one Good Thing. But on our very hardest days, the days when we feel like we sighed more than we spoke, on days where we collate our unkind words into a rap sheet, we forget the good.
Parenting is wild. In every single…
Read MoreYou are not a permissive parent.
You are not.
It’s tiring. It’s tiring to turn against things so ingrained in us, since childhood, since…
Read MoreThere’s the gentleness in her hands as I brush her teeth and she turns around to stroke my face. The soft kisses she lays on her baby’s face, the softer words still as she tucks her most loved and ratty bunny into bed and wishes it a “goodnight…
Read MoreI think that we are often sold a trope, a stereotype of what kindness in motherhood should look like. I ask you to imagine it, to close your eyes and think of the words “self-kindness”.
Is it bubble baths and facials, a spa day, shopping without children, getting your haircut, a massage? Or is it something more deeply nourishing than that?…
Read MoreThe night and days before you become another year older I find myself playing a game. It’s always “this time last year”, “this time two years ago”.
On the seventeenth, it’s this was so very nearly your birthday.
On the twenty-ninth…
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