The courage to be imperfect
What’s the greater risk? Letting go of what people think – or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am? ~ Brené Brown Continue reading The courage to be imperfect
What’s the greater risk? Letting go of what people think – or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am? ~ Brené Brown Continue reading The courage to be imperfect
Debating man-made holes in the head, otherwise known as ear piercing for the under-age… Continue reading Lend Me Your Ear
Most of you know that my Breton Bestie has been re-patriated to France last week. There was a tearful farewell on four sides (BB’s daughter is DD’s bestie). But the first moment that it really sunk in was when I had to put down an emergency contact a few days later for DD, and automatically put down Breton Bestie’s name. Which I then had to … Continue reading Just as Long as we’re Together
I’ve been lucky to have a great dad, someone who set the bar very high, so anyone that chose to be with me forever was going to have to be pretty amazing, too. When I met my handsome fella, I knew two things in my bones: I was never going to break up with him, and he was going to be a fantastic father. He … Continue reading My daughter’s father
I’m taking the chance in the quiet of this morning to admire my newest wrinkles, when a freshly-woken, rumpled little person tugs my hand and pulls me back to my bedroom. Wordlessly, she motions I should return to bed. I am quickly joined by her warmth, which curves itself into my body, nuzzling her way under my chin. I am chronically aware that these moments with … Continue reading Precious mornings
Photo101 assignment – Solitude – Blogging U. Continue reading Solitude
This post is long overdue. Possibly because it will dredge up so many emotions & feelings that I have battled hard to contain & compartmentalise. But the emergence of many articles and posts on the same topic in the last few weeks have made me realise that there are other mothers out there who may benefit from reading this. The Beginning I had the most perfect … Continue reading Motherhood with PTSD