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
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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
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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”
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”
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?”
Up until my late twenties I was no extravert. I had been warned a few times that I needed to get out of my shell. A dear friend recently put it in such a succinct description… I grew up with a convoy of brothers and sisters who were even more protective of me than what my parents were. Being the youngest of ten made me timid and at times unable to socialise. To cut a long story short I eventually moved myself out of the cocoon, got married and started a family. I became part of the world of Motherhood.
For a long time I knew I wanted to become a mum. My approach to the nine months of my first pregnancy was mostly dreamy and full of happy thoughts. I thought about change in a positive sense. I imagined holding my baby close to
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I love food and I often wonder what people think. When in a shopping centre food court how will people see me as a mother if I got KFC for the kids and some sushi for myself? What do people think when I give in to my toddler and get him a donut at midday and it’s so obvious that it was going to be his lunch? And then I wonder, do they look at me and imagine that I’m eating my children’s food because they are like sticks and I, well, I just don’t appear to be on the underfed side.
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