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25.01.2022 Mr. 3s night time routine goes like this: Cuddle & kiss We each make up & tell a story We sing a song... We cuddle & kiss some more Then bed We usually tell a story and then he tells his, which is a reimagining of one of ours (with added dragons, superheroes and whatever plot line Mr. 3 thinks will add some flare to our originals ) Last night and for the first time, I told him a real story. A story about how he was my magic baby. About how 3 years ago, he helped me find my sparkle and made me brave enough to write Brave enough to be vulnerable and open to new possibilities. I told him that sometimes when you get older, you put your dreams in a box and sometimes you forget how to open it. I told him how one day, when he was little, mummy wrote a story. A story that helped me find the key to unlock my dreambox and now, 3 years later, mumma gets to live that dream everyday. I can't wait until one day he truly understands how much he changed our lives. How I was reborn because of him. How fearless I became. How I dared to dream because of him, and how strong he's made me
24.01.2022 Today 2 friends sat down for lunch They'd known each other for a long time and been through the ups and downs of life together...... Children, marriage, mortgages and the existential question "what are we doing with our lives?"... These friends hadn't seen each other in a while. They knew everything about each other, but they'd forgetton what it was like to sit in friendship, in connection and appreciation of each other. They spoke almost everyday, but as far as conversations go, it was usually the mundane of life. The "how are the kids, how was work, and did you see that thing on Facebook last night?" They'd stopped asking about each other, their passions, their pain and the dreams they keep locked away, peeking at them only in their quiet moments. So 2 friends sat down for lunch. No phones, no kids and no expectations to fill the silence. 2 friends looked at each other, maybe for the first time in a long time and sat in the humanness of one another. You see, before they were husband and wife Before they were mum and dad Before they were babe and hun They were friends, and sometimes what we need most in the world is to sit in our humanness, in our flaws, in our glorious mess with our best friend
16.01.2022 I did not want to be pregnant with Arlo Before you read this, just remember, this is a safe space to share my truth. Where we can respectfully sit on the opposite ends of the table in love and light I just listened to two of my birth nerd crushes Lacey Barratt and Angela Gallo - Doula, Educator, Trailblazer geek out on Lacey’s podcast Birth photography (link at the bottom) and something she shared stuck with me, like a lump in the throat ...Continue reading
14.01.2022 I've been blogging/working/public online and mostly on social media for almost 5 years. Social media and online platforms have been such a godsend for expression. A space to speak, create, learn, challenge, grow, make a living, make friends, stay connected and so on and so forth. And yes - with all it's toxicity, bullying, problematic-ass privacy, safety & censorship issues I STILL love the impact & influence it gives people, especially those who might never have been seen, h...eard & celebrated. NOW COMES THE BUT 1. Your expression is your responsibility. You are NOT responsible for how others respond/react, but you ARE the creator & you own what you put out. However small or big, your contribution to a public online space is your responsibility. 2. Your space online is YOUR home. You have every right to create/express the way you want. Your feelings are valid in YOUR house and you have every right to set the rules in your house/uninvite people who are trashing *trolling* your house. People reading/watching or listening .... YOU came here, no one forced you, no one ASKED you to come, so if you don't agree/like it > leave/unfollow/block etc. If you enjoy being a vouyer whilst simultaneously hating that person that says more about YOU than anyone else. 3. Why is everyone so damn pressed about how other people live their lives? Drink some water, take ya vitamins, get some sun & mind ya damn business 4. Go play. Be silly. Make a stupid Tik Tok, laugh, rest. Turn your phone off for a few days. It's not that serious
13.01.2022 People do a lot of talking and not a lot of listening....especially in relationships Everyone wants to feel heard, be seen, be safe & held by the person they love, but the truth is, we're not really a safe space for them *or ourselves* to start with ~ I've spent so long prioritizing being RIGHT and then wondering why I'm not heard... ~ I've spent so long wanting to WIN in our relationship, that I'm not a safe space for failure or disappointment ~ I've wanted to speak freely and express without judgment, while simultaneously putting energy into judging and limiting the expression of others It's funny how we want things we're not capable of giving, or crave our own shortcomings Lately, we've let go of winning & needing to be right & *good* in favour of being radically honest, open & gentle The communication is clearer The expression is open, messy & vulnerable The hurt is exposed quickly The healing is offered without conditions And the untangling & renewing of us is expansive/sexy/scary & exciting Before I speak now, I check myself ~ Why am I bringing this up? Am I wanting to be right OR do I need you to hear this? ~ Am I hurt? Am I wanting to hurt in retaliation? Am I open and safe to hear what could some up if I start this conversation? ~ Do I need something but am scared to ask? What do I need to feel okay? Is it something I can give to myself, do I need something from others? How you show up for others REALLY starts with how you show up for yourself x
12.01.2022 I am Storm-Manea Vaiari Ellyatt First born of the first born of Hinekawa Esther Murphy I am my mothers daughter, who is her mothers duaghter. I am the mana and the wairui and the blood that flowed through her veins.... I stand on the shoulders of my grandmother. I stand on the dreams that she dreamt, the sacrifices she made, and the family she loved into existence. I carry her strength, her love of music, her love of dance, her creativity, her style, her passion for ancient history, her love of stories, her love of games, her sass - and of course -her famous eye glowering "don't you even think about it" stare. I come form a long line of proud, strong, Maori women. My grandmothers legacy is one of family, one of faith, one of culture and one of love. I interviewed her once for an article I was writing about cancer and we spoke candidly about death. She said with a smile and her childlike voice "daughter, I'm not afraid to die, I can't wait to go home and see my mummy and daddy, but I'm worried for Daddy love and the children." I know she was ready to go home and that she will watch over me and my children, and my children's, children. Because I, Storm-Manea am my grandmothers daughter, and as I come home to say these words, she goes back home as the beloved daughter of James Elkington and Esther Hipolite, and our Heavenly Father, who is waiting with open arms x In loving memory of Ama
12.01.2022 Awoken at 1130 to another contraction Pain surge, fear building and so I write . Dear birth I am not here to conquer you ... I am not here to defeat you I am not here to tame you or subdue you . I am here to dance As we have for thousands of years To a song I’ve never heard, but have danced a million times . Through the bones of my mother, and her mother and her mother before Through the triumph and the victory and the pain and the suffering of every woman that ever was and will be . We have danced, many times before But today is a new song The timing is different And although the steps are the same - the combination is new . And I feel myself stumbling Cracking open fears and vulnerabilities that drown out the music That throw off my rhythm and I can’t catch my breathe . And in this moment, I surrender I stop listening with my ears and dancing with my feet I lean into the music that no one can hear . The rhythm of my own body The backing track of my own groans The trance of my breathe The roar of my power . This is our dance old friend Here we go - SPOILER we danced, we cried, we roared through the night, and then, before the music ended .... I met you . Arlo-Jay Michael Ellyatt . . . #mumlife #motherhood #birth #empoweredbirth #shecan #feminist #thefutureisfemale #mamma #mummyblogger #labour #maternalhealth #birthworker #women #womenempowerment #iwd2018 #female #birthstory #birthmatters #herbodyherchoice #pregnancy #babyboy See more
11.01.2022 They don't tell you that sharing your life with someone is like starting over again and again and again Watching them grow Watching them change That being lonely is still a thing even when you're together ... That maybe in a year or 2 you'll be meeting a whole new version of them That sometimes you'll feel like you don't know them That sometimes you'll not recognize yourself That resentment lingers That love ebbs and flows And that you'll also meet yourself over and over again and sometimes it'll feel like two strangers meeting for the first time A decade later and love feels like being a witness Like honoring all the parts of them, even the ones that don't need you Like creating a safe space for someone to come home too Like expressing freely, openly and without judgment Like telling hard truths and releasing all the secret shadow parts of yourself with complete love and safety That loving someone does not mean you own them, or their time, or their feelings That loving someone is a privilege and knowing them is a gift That whatever time you have with them (whether long or short) is precious And that you can chose every day/decade to start again, as many times as you need Cheers to another decade of loving you @ashleyellyatt
10.01.2022 Let's talk about sex........education
09.01.2022 Sometimes we just need a safe place to say the things Without explanation, without judgment and with total confidence that we are doing the very best we can So here's a few things that I'm just going to say ... I love my kids I'm also, mostly-always exhausted to the bone There's no stop. No pause, no slow down or rewind - you ride the wave and guide the boat the best you can, but mostly you're just here for the ride, witnessing them become who they're meant to be, hoping you don't fuck everything up Kids will expand your heart in ways you can't explain and break them in ways you didn't know possible Kids force you to grow up To heal, to comfort your own inner child and learn to love the hidden and forgotten parts of yourself The lines blur between whose teaching who and you won't think you can - but you always do Your heart melts and breaks a million times You feel an intensity like never before You get lost in them and sometimes forget where they start and you begin Becoming a parent is like the death of who you were and the start of who you'll become The grieving and shedding of old selves The letting go and surrendering - over and over and over again Forgetting yourself Forgiving yourself Knowing you're doing your best, always thinking it's never enough Without explanation and without judgment I love my kids, but yes - this is by far the hardest thing I've ever done To all the mums and dads, I see you x @ashleyellyatt @ Clifton Beach
07.01.2022 My squad #myboys . . . #mumlife #cairnslife #cairnsmums #mamma #motherhood #theellyatts #baby #mumofboys #nojudgementclub #kasemedia #cairnslife #mummyblogger #parentlife #newborn #toddlerlife #myson #mumoftwo #familylife
03.01.2022 When I was younger, being curvy was not a thing Thick wasn't a thing Booty and boobs and 'voluptuous' wasn't a thing Kate Moss was a thing ... Paris Hilton was a thing Being super skinny was a thing Wearing shirts with no bras was a thing There was no I keep it juicy juicy, I keep it plump People would make fun of big thighs Being strong as a woman wasn't feminine Building muscle wasn't cool Having big lips wasn't a thing I grew up wanting to be/look/sound like something I'd never be I've been wearing women's clothes since I was 12 I wore mostly dresses because I didn't want things to hug my thighs/butt etc Annnndd I never saw bipoc or polynesian women praised for their beauty or represented and celebrated in the media I basically thought white, blonde and skinny was #beauty Now people are fake tanning, getting filler, getting butt implants getting strong, building booty, getting boob jobs etc etc. ALLL of which I love, because your body baby your choice *and I think this mumma might be nipping and tucking soon anyway * I know it's the trend at the moment and everything comes and goes But thank fuck! Social media has helped us see bodies and people and ideas we never would have So, 30 years, 3 kids and a lifetime of not feeling seen/internalized body shaming and I'm just saying I'm done. You can expect a FUCK LOAD of selfies, me loving on myself, my babies, my husband and every inch of this life. Probs some booty pics, lots of brown bodies, cocktails, friends, hair care/skin care, lashes, a lift here a nip there and whatever else happens during #hotgirlsummer Coz yeah....in case you missed it, I'm a vvvvviiibbbeee rn and so the fuck are you. Don't wait 30 years to fall in love with yourself @ Cairns, Queensland, Australia
