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24.01.2022 https://m.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=210570927091542&id=100044159093006&set=p.210570927091542

20.01.2022 Breastfeeding questions answered.

18.01.2022 Between birth and adulthood, the head doubles relatively, the torso triples, the arms quadruple, and the legs quintuple? . . #thewonderweeks #app #thewonderweek...sapp #wondertip #leapfact #pregnant #leap #mummytruths #newborn #babygirl #babyboy #momtobe #maternity #family #weekspregnant #babybump #bebe #pregnantbelly #mama #birth #mommytobe #babylove #babies #cutebaby #kids #newborn #momlife #motherhood #parenting See more

17.01.2022 New Mums delegate Christmas this year. Or skip it altogether.

17.01.2022 I used to get horrendous post partum rage. I’d find myself shouting at the children over the smallest of things. Screaming, even. ... The tiniest of problems would tip me over the edge. It could’ve been something as minor as the kids not wanting to put on their shoes, or refusing to eat their dinner, or them taking a long time to fall asleep at bedtime. And I thought I was a terrible mother. I lacked patience, empathy and the ability to keep my cool. I doubted my abilities. And I continued to do ALL OF THE THINGS thinking that that’s what I SHOULD be doing. Trying to keep it all going. Spinning too many plates. I would be riddled with guilt everytime I lost my cool, and would worry that I simply just wasn’t mother material. Where were MY maternal instincts? Why wasn’t I loving every second? Why was my patience running on a razor sharp edge ALL THE TIME. Truth was; I was doing too much. I had literally taken on TOO MUCH. I was so blindsided with the idea that letting one of my spinning plates drop would make me a failure, that I was directly effecting my mood and attitude towards my children. And I had to let some plates drop. I had to let some things go. Guilt, included. And my rage disappeared. Just like that. Don’t get me wrong, I still lose my shit every now and again. I’m only human after all. But dropping one or two of those spinning plates is not a failing. Often it’s a total necessity. Post partum rage IS A THING. You will lose it over seemingly pointless shit. But instead of being hard on yourself, view it as an opportunity to cut yourself some slack. Because it IS ok. It IS what you deserve. And you are STILL an amazing mother.

16.01.2022 I remember the first year after my son was birthed 28 years ago as being the peak loneliest time of parenting. I did not really realise until some years later that was what it was. It is rarely spoken about. Loneliness is nothing to be embarrassed about. Reach out ...

16.01.2022 "Play is not something you do to a child..." Wise words from Sara at Happiness is here Nature Play - take a step back and observe your child at play

14.01.2022 This. . . @parentswithconfidence

11.01.2022 Very excited about this one :) "Watch five Dreaming stories over five days, told to you by First Nations elders and knowledge custodians from Central Australia. Do it on your own, at home with your family, or at school. It’s all online." https://www.firstnationsbedtimestories.com/

10.01.2022 Her teacher held the oversized envelope tightly against her chest. She grimaced and said I’m sorry upon handing me the packet containing my daughter’s first-e...ver school pictures. Retakes are next month, she continued. Her tone was a warning that disappointment awaited. They’re that bad, huh? I responded, before lifting the flap to peek inside the envelope. The teacher gave me a half-nod and said, we tried. I assumed my daughter’s eyes were closed or her hair had streaks of finger paint in it. Heck, maybe there was even a booger dangling from her nose. I mean, you can’t really expect toddlers to stay clean and tidy for more than a fraction of a second. Geez, her teacher seems really concerned, I thought, and wondered how a school picture could possibly be THAT awful. I reluctantly slid one of the photos halfway out of the envelope and whatever concern there had been immediately dissolved. I laughed. Hard. My heart was overflowing with all the best things at the sight of this image. Oh, we won’t be needing retakes, I said. Because this is my daughter. The real her. Eyes open and unamused by whatever nonsense was taking place in front of her. I imagine she was facing a photographer who was trying to coax her into a feigned smile by waving around a floppy stuffed dog, or making bad jokes, or acting like a total goofball in an attempt to gain her favor. But really, it was probably the baby talk that caused this expression on her face. Because this child has always met baby talk with utter disdain. Whatever it was, she will not be made a fool of. Such behavior is beneath her. She saves her smiles for things that speak to her soul. And there are A LOT of them. Just not school picture day thinly veiled under the façade of fun. She doesn’t do phony. And that’s okay with me. I just pray she stays that way. . *For more, find me on IG: https://www.instagram.com/abeautifullyburdenedlife/ *