Guest post by Robyna, from The Mummy and The Minx. It's no secret that as my life has become consumed by babies and toddlers I sometimes feel that I have lost a little part of myself, a little bit of my mojo. One day I'll write a piece titled, 'How I got my mojo back'. But it's too soon for that. My friend Robyna, who writes at The Mummy and The Minx, is a mum on a journey to rediscover her minxy self through a celebration of style, creativity and words. She writes about holding on to your own identity while holding your children, and has provided lots of inspiration to me. I asked her to share a piece about discovering the new you (the ... Continue Reading...
How to Replenish Yourself in the Midst of Motherhood
Before I was a mum I never had ‘me time’. I simply had time. And life was busy. And I didn’t have time for everything I wanted to do. But I owned my time. I could spend it any way I wanted to. No one told me that once I had kids my time would no longer belong to me. As soon as I became a mum I started hearing about ‘me time’. It was popping up in blogs and magazines I was reading, and in conversations with friends. You know why? Because all mums struggle with this. Stay at home mums, working mums, single mums, mums with very involved partners, mums with kids at daycare. All mums need time without their kids. For some of us it is key to our ... Continue Reading...
Becoming a mother of two. Pregnancy the second time around.
To be pregnant is to carry creation inside you. To realise that your body is not completely yours. It is to surrender to the mystery. To surrender your own control. No one can control if and when they become pregnant, you have no say over whether you carry a boy or a girl, you do not know for sure that your baby will be healthy, you do not choose what type of pregnancy you have – whether you glow and breeze through it or whether you struggle through every pregnancy symptom in the book, you rarely choose your birth. And once the baby is conceived inside you there is nothing you do to grow him or her, as you sleep little arms and legs sprout, ... Continue Reading...
Waiting for nap time
I love being a mum. And I adore my daughter. When I watch her play and learn and grow it absolutely melts my heart. Which is why I feel so guilty admitting that most days my favourite time is nap time. And lately I have been deeply yearning to be something more than a mum. Today is one of those days. When everyone else in the house got up, packed their bags and headed out the door to their jobs and I found myself at home, my daughter and I in our pjs, building duplo towers and I wondered just how much longer I could put two pieces of duplo together and pull them apart again before I lost my mind. Perhaps I need to fill my days with more ... Continue Reading...