There is a universal law that exists that states that the end of a school term pretty much sucks. The level of suckiness depends on whether it is term one or term four, but overall, the week leading up to school holidays is long and exhausting and, in my case, rarely my finest work. At…
motherhood
Hope. Because maybe being brave shouldn’t be the only thing that matters.
Charlie turns nine this year. One moment I’m the mother to a sweet and funny little boy who is agreeable and trusting, who calls me mummy, who places his sticky, squishy little hand into mine, who demands back tickles and songs about sunshine and who would delight in entertaining me with glorious stories full of…
Why Bluey makes me feel bad about my parenting
Any parent of a small person not living under a rock (even if they wish there were) would know of Bluey. Set in Brisbane, it is a celebration of family life and is infinitely relatable. It’s the Peppa Pig of Australia which is excellent news because Peppa is obnoxious and annoying. The episodes are diverse…
An open letter to my son about International Women’s Day
The other day I told you that it was soon going to be International Women’s Day. I should not have been surprised that your immediate response to this information was to ask when it was going to be International Kid’s Day, to which I hastily replied, ‘that would be every day.’ Pretty sure I saw…
My seven year old called me an idiot and I feel like I’m failing as a parent
Last week my sweet, kind, spirited and funny little boy called me an idiot. And I felt my heart crack. As he has grown from toddlerhood to boyhood we’ve had our standard supply of tantrums and meltdowns. Typical and normal, a manifestation of big emotions, tiredness, hanger and expected patterns of behaviour for his age…
We capture the firsts, but what about the lasts?
Anchored in what felt the baby and toddler time warp, I would think ahead to the future, because you know, ‘this to shall pass’ is the obligatory mother manta, and I would wonder what it would be like when there would be no more anxiety around sleeping, napping and wake times. No more smooshed sultanas…