During my childhood and adolescent years I was surrounded by a lot of stronger personalities. I was the youngest of a large family. Our cultural background encouraged girls to have a calm and ladylike demeanor. Therefore my upbringing instigated a foundation for a timid and shy personality. I never actively tried finding myself and it didn’t occur until my late 20s. I was single with no prospects of the future I always dreamed of. But one day I woke up to Continue reading “Finding Myself Again After Becoming a Mother”
When writing about making mum friends thus far I’ve focused mostly on the struggle I’ve experienced. Today I’m writing about getting over the hurdle that we create for ourselves. Exactly! We create the hurdle. Making mum friends is exactly like making friends of any sort. As mothers we’ve given it a different title and talked about how hard it is to achieve. But do we talk about why and what makes it hard? What or who are mum friends? Are they your play date buddies because they have children the same age as yours? Is your mum friends’ companionship convenient because they live in the same town as you Continue reading “The Curvy Mummy Guide to Making Mum Friends – Part Two”
Living as a one income family has its perks and perils. There was a time where it was the norm for the husband to be the sole bread winner. I remember the days where it was expected for a woman to be a housewife. Women stayed home to care for their babies and to be there when their older children arrived from school. Housewives have been portrayed in the media as pretty and well-groomed in the past. They always had perfect manners and greeted their husbands with; How was your day love? I mostly remember this in films such as Bewitched and Happy Days. Yes those are really old films but I loved Continue reading “How Was Your Day Love?”
Of late my boys have tested me with misbehaviour in a high frequency. In the last fortnight my eldest boy has been showing signs of becoming a lot more head strong than his mother. My younger baby bear is just a natural at having no thread of patience. From just a few months old he was named the ‘Hangry One’. The moments where he doesn’t get his own way he will slap the wall, the floor, the fridge, and even the dog if he just happens to be there. Sometimes I can’t help but chuckle even though I’m really over it. Behaviour problems are so much easier to deal with at home. My children are very well behaved when we are out and about. So much so it brings me to a point where I think people won’t believe me if I complain about tantrums at home.
As a mum of two now I look back often at the time when I had one baby bear. I remember people would always ask if he was my first. When my response was
They say when you stop wanting and searching for that missing piece in your life it will just fall into your lap. Or arms, or hands, or basket…or whatever is suited for that little bit of something you long for. In a nutshell that’s how my first pregnancy came about. My second baby wasn’t easy to brew either. I was in my mid-thirties and trying to conceive, I became my own enemy with over doing the googling about the statistics.
My journey of trying to conceive wasn’t the smoothest of sailing. But one thing I kept reminding myself was that there are others in the same boat. And there
I am a mum of boys and I couldn’t be more proud. Did I ever want a girl? Yes, of course I longed for a girl of my own, a mini me. But I’ve been blessed with two beautiful boys. I’m a mum of boys. Two healthy, happy and energetic boys.
It would have been so dreamy to have a girl of my own. How wonderful would it have been to have a little girl to share my makeup? How nice would it have been to have a girl of my own so she could be my shopping buddy? I could have dressed her up in fancy clothes any day of the week and she wouldn’t mind. Brush her hair and do it up in cute styles every day. But this wish I had Continue reading “I’m a Mum of Boys and I’m Proud”
It was only a few weeks ago that I posted about my struggle with making mum friends. Putting all my thoughts on this topic in print and exposing it all for anybody to read was actually a positive move. I wrote about how making mum friends with my first born didn’t really matter to me. My focus was on being a mummy. As he grew older and I had another baby my attitude evolved.
Before I used to worry about how people perceived me. I was always concerned with what first impressions I was giving. Now, by speaking about making mum friends, by letting other mums know that I didn’t find it easy, I
Separation Anxiety for me has been a big deal from the day I gave birth to my first boy. The enormous responsibility that I had just assumed enveloped my entire being. I seriously could not see past my duties as his Mother. It became everything to me. With any chance I could get I would research with my trusted Google search engine on my phone. In fact I did this even when I was holding him or breastfeeding him. Continue reading “Coping with Separation Anxiety with my pre-schooler”
If there is a skill to master in making mum friends I am yet to develop it. As for keeping old friends active in my life, well, that’s a whole other dilemma. The friendship struggle in Motherhood for me is real. It has brought me back to the having the same feelings I had as a young child in the school playground. Continue reading “Making Mum Friends, is there a How to Guide for this?”
I don’t believe I could say enough about how motherhood changed me as a person and I believe that the changes are not limited. As I get older (squint) my life takes me to places I do and don’t expect. Therefore my experiences are multiplying and varying by the day. It’s up to me to grasp the opportunities that are accompanying said experiences.
With child number one I let myself fall into the trap of neglecting my own wellbeing. I put all of my effort into just being mum. It was all about feed baby, bath baby, change baby, clean house, cook dinner (or complain that I didn’t Continue reading “Mama, are you looking after yourself?”