This is a win. For Women’s Rights. For Parents Rights. For Human Rights. For taking a step back and realising the human need to bond and recuperate after a life altering event. It is time to celebrate that Mothers in Pakistan are now able to breathe a little easier.
Look closely. While my child screams and runs off in anger that would shame animal rights supporters marching at Knightsbridge with bloodied fur around their necks, you will find another human offspring rolling on the floor in the distance. Almost looked for her mum to suggest swapsies!
I can’t say this enough how my child has changed me for the better. I don’t say motherhood has changed me because I honestly believe it is my child’s individual personality that is changing things about me more than the routine motherhood stuff. Or IS there a run of the mill motherhood gig at all? I think it’s a unicorn waiting to be sighted. Each one a unique one.
I wrote this somewhere in February then forgot it in the drafts. That in itself is a lesson to be learnt. Never put kindness on the back burner. It is the only thing worthwhile you can teach your child. Help them grow a beautiful heart.
Park is usually a constant in a child’s life. Except when you are born to hermits who love their nooks and books. Then it’s an expedition. My poor, forever Vitamin D deprived kid has a go at the Park Baby life and goes a little nutsy, making (non) snow angels in clumps of weeds and grass amongst other fun stuff.
As eager as you are to write your own story and walk your own path, some things must wait for my heart is poorly and my arms weak. I still need you breathing in my shoulder and teething on my chin. Just a tad longer...
No. Like REALLY have kids? Or even just a child? Then prepare to change your life as you know it an entire 180 degrees. It’s an exhilarating ride but you gotta be a sucker for change!
The age old banter turns ugly left, right and centre. Why? Why the need to prove someone else is wrong? As long as they aren’t jeopardising their child’s life (and no, formula doesn’t do that. Please. Stop. It does have repercussions on health. It doesn’t kill a child) steer clear. My take on what is best.
The other day I picked up a book and my husband’s eyes widened in surprise. No more than 3 seconds later my baby raced over with the twinkliest eyes ever, throwing herself on the book in my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I put it back in the shelf. Here’s a jump that I never ever thought I’d make. Some balm for my aching heart that crazily missed reading books around the clock pre-baby
To keep on doing what works and leaving behind what doesn’t. For ourselves, for the child we raise and shape with every single move we make. 10 things I want to do in 2019. I always modify based on change in needs and wants but as long as I’m following my heart, the resolve to love thyself stands tallest.