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Healing Through Birth – A Mother’s Story Series
The beginning of our birth story series. The moment we became This Mum. Whether through vaginal delivery, medicated birth, caesarean surgery, miscarriage or adoption we all walked through the door of motherhood and have been forever changed.
A stunning recoun...
Smiling in My Skivvies With a Message for Mothers
Why did I decide to strip down to my undies, bring both my children to a home with expensive camera equipment and take the time to vulnerably open up about both the broken moments and beauty of motherhood? It may not be for the reason you think.
The 4th Trime...
When We Feel Unappreciated (Because We All Do)
Dear Mum Who Feels Unappreciated,
There is post after post on the difficulty of raising children full time. Most of them try to laugh it off, even many that I have written, because a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down. And sometimes raising our ...
Focusing on Positive Vulnerability
Vulnerable moments in parenting do not always have to be about negative feeling or decisions. Vulnerability can also come from a beautiful positive space of love, connection and beauty. A shared moment of sudden realization and appreciation.
Even though pos...
Take Time for Fun With Your Kids
The other day it hit me...I was having fun.
It is sad that this came as a shocking realization but thinking about it now I don't spend my days hoping to have fun with my children.
The days begins with getting everyone clothed, fed and at least partly pre...
Your Postpartum Depression Triggers
Disclaimer: Has to be said just in case, I am not actually sleeping in the above photo ;)
Whether you have depression, rage or stress all of these things can go from bad to worse with the push of a button. Even without dealing with PPD many parents find tha...
How I Deal With My Postpartum Rage
I have not felt sad in quite some time and the random tears have stopped flowing, as have my meds. I was having some pretty junky side effects so even though they had put a lid, albeit a flimsy one, on my postpartum rage, I cut them loose. (Please never decrea...
Days Away
This past weekend I did the first of many road trips to London, alone, with the kids. It was amazing folks. Journey, the usual carseat screamer, slept almost all the way there as well as almost all the way home. Honour was his usual chatty self, but then settl...
When You’re Anything But a Stay at Home Mum
We stay at home, us mums. We are the group known as stay at home mums (or moms for the born and bred North Americans).
But are we sahm by title only, or are we living out this label? Notice the last word...mum.
Today I sat with my three year old and watc...
No More Mundane Mums!
The other day on Instagram I shared a photo of my family at a flat track race day where we introduced my 3 year old to dirt bike races...I know, I will regret this in a couple years when he is begging for his first 50cc.
Besides that nagging thought in the ...
