Tales of my Motherhood || Time

Time, waits for no one.

We all know this. We all have exactly the same 24 hours a day as everyone else. Yet, I stand by and feel as though I am sinking beneath the tides of the reality that is my life. I watch others, mainly woman on Instagram who seem to have it all figured out. Women who run a home, work out side of the home, run a blog, look sleek and stylish AND are super Mama’s to boot. I sit and watch their lives unfold on my screen and wonder how. Now this is not a post talking about the perils of social media and how you only get to see selected snapshots of these people’s lives, OK well it is, but not in the way that you think. It all comes down to time.

Tales of my Motherhood || More than just flowers

More than just Flowers.

Zachary can sometimes struggle with his emotions, especially big emotions. I know this is nothing strange when it come to five year old’s. Heaven knows at the grand old age of 32, I do too. I have learnt to ‘read’ Zachary and I have learnt to preempt what many of his ‘triggers’ are. A lot of the challenges Zachary faces due to his Autism are the same as any other child his age, however it tends to be the intensity and frequency that sets him apart. When I collected Zachary from school on Friday he came out with this huge grin, ran up to me and hugged me. He tried to pick me up and he was talking ten to the dozen. I could tell you what was going to happen next, just by those first few seconds.

We’re not normal || Sometimes I am not OK with that

I get to pretend.

To pretend that everything is OK. That we are all fine. Then I have a day like last Tuesday, where it just soccer punches you right in the gut. Where it takes your breath away and you can’t hide from it and you can’t pretend to be normal because it is plain to see for all in big, bold, capital letters.

Regaining my Motherhood || Taming the beast within

    When I had Oliver, I knew there was a certain way I wanted to do things. I wanted to make all his meals from scratch, I wanted to breastfeed him. I wanted to teach him, not punish him,…

Four Thirty: AM

|| 4:30 AM || It’s 4:30 in the morning And you’ve just gone back to sleep I hold you a little longer Kiss you, and just breathe Your eyes flutter gently As you begin to dream Your brother sleeps beside…

Breastmilk

|| B R E A S T M I L K ||   You’re hot You’re bothered You seem kinda mad Desperately seeking more of the milk you just had     You seem kinda angry Having a mini fit…

Can I be ‘That’ Mum…Again?

*I apologise in advance as this is probably going to be a self indulgent incoherent piece of drivel, but here it goes.   I have been a parent for almost nine years. I am currently starting my fourth parenting journey,…

A date to be remembered || March 10th 2015

So, March 10th. It feels like a date that should be recorded, a date that will be forever etched into my memory. It was after all the day my middle son Zachary officially received his diagnosis; ¬†Autistic Spectrum Disorder,¬†ASD. At…