I'm going to miss this. Stretchy singlets and press-stud suits. Tiny socks and fiddley nappies. I'm going to miss that loud cry. The giant gulps when suckling. The random coo's and grunts. I will miss a newborn's scent. Their soft, supple skin. The waving of arms and stretching of limbs. I might miss the endless… Continue reading Don’t Wish Away Baby Days
Today I spent fourty-five minuts enforcing a 'five-minute' time-out. Today I had children screaming through my house, running as fast as they could, dodging parents in an act of defiance. Today I had to warn my child that if they attempted to hurt me again, they would be taken to the police station. Today was… Continue reading Parenting ADHD and ODD: what I want you to know about our life at home
It's the end of the year, and all are weary. My heart is heavy, wrapping up the school term, as we have an announcement to make. A hard announcement. A life-changing announcement (well, for us anyway). We are picking up our lives, shaking them until we find ourselves somewhere completely different. We're changing the way… Continue reading Why I’m Not Sending My Child to School Next Year
As a mother, I feel I take up too much space. We are too loud; we are unruly; we are not welcome in this place. Any place. A public space. A space created for old and young a like, and neither you nor I decide who is in and who is out. But I feel… Continue reading The Children Will Not Shrink
I hate being pregnant. It’s not about glowing and being some lovely, maternal goddess. It’s uncomfortable. It’s exhausting. It’s counting down the endless number of days until you get to meet the little person. Which I was positive was never, ever, ever going to happen. We hit all the milestones: thirty weeks; thirty-five weeks; a… Continue reading Part Two: Hellos and Goodbyes (birth story)
Something wasn’t right. We had just returned from our annual weekend away in Melbourne: two glorious child-free nights spent drinking and dining around the city. Yet instead of feeling relaxed and refreshed, I was depressed. I spent the entire night sobbing on the lounge room floor for no apparent reason. Everything felt overwhelmingly dark and… Continue reading Part One: Discovering Pudding (birth story)
When you have children, everyone is suddenly your best friend and guidance counsellor. They know everything there is to know about babies and you ought to know, too. I understand that most have the best intentions and are genuinely nice people. But could everyone just stop, please?! Here's my list of some generic parenting advice that… Continue reading The Worst Advice for New Parents
"I don't know how you do it." A lovely older woman said this to me in a waiting room on Friday. I was holding the baby, keeping an eye on a toddler and pleading with the pre-schooler to return back to me, while the school kid read a book in the corner. "I don't know… Continue reading Raw Motherhood: peering through the cracks of a sometimes-together mama.
It's been a week since we welcomed little 'Fred into the world, and it has been ... intense. In other words: "flipping insane; really who thought four small people (including three under-four) would be a good idea?!" We did. Suckers. I've found myself reduced to being nothing but a walking life support machine; the sole purpose of… Continue reading Being Mama to Four: My First Week of Parenting Too Many Children.
I had a birthday on the weekend. The past two years I've celebrated by posting some reflections on aging, but not this time. My birthday this year was the absolute worst - and it had surprisingly little to do with growing old. No late-twenties crisis for me, thank you. Heck, bring on thirty I say… Continue reading Life Without Kids