An Open Letter To My Husband | Piece by Piece

Dear Sean, I always find this time of year difficult. I don’t know whether other people realise this or not. I do my best to hide it, because in all honesty I am both embarrassed and angry at the reason.…

Know Your Worth

Today is Monday. Normally that. means starting the day with a bit of a meh attitude. However, today my morning went pretty well. We were at the school on time, early infact. I took Darwin and Ezra to the park…

I am not a natural mother || thank you for thinking I am

I am not a natural Mother. Over the years I have been told quite a few times that I am a Natural Mama. This post is to dispel that myth. When I say natural mama, I do not mean it…

The freedom to truly be me 

I’ve been blogging, albeit inconsistently, for a few years now. However, I would never call myself a blogger. I would be even less likely to admit that, I would like to see if I could transition it from a hobby…

Tales of my Motherhood || Minimalism || A Social Media Detox

Now from everything I have written here it would be easy to assume, I was well on the way to getting my shit together. Well I am here to say “Do Not Be Fooled”. I have made some baby steps, but I still have a long way to go. However, it is hard, there is so much to focus on. So much to do, so many different things trying to get my time. I don’t know what to do or where to start. Then I add extra stuff on top like writing a blog and running an Instagram account and everyone knows if you want to be successful [whatever that means to you, you have to work on the stats]. I started looking into and adding in these extra dimensions to try and boost my stats and therefore boost my audience reach too. I always feel a bit of an idiot talking about this stuff, but the reality is at the end of the day, I do want people to read what I write. I want encourage and connect with people and me writing and no one reading, isn’t going to make that happen. I started to get sucked in, I also started losing my joy and my passion. I would find myself getting overwhelmed, uninspired and procrastinating and not producing the content I wanted to, because my head was basically too far up my own arse trying to find a magic formula.

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.

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…

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…