POEM.

A poem I wrote to the older woman who sat with me when my youngest was in hospital earlier this year.

It’s a special kind of love mum’s have
The older woman watching on said.
And I thought, I hope to be her one day,
When grey hairs crown my head.

POEM.

Mama you are Enough,
just the way you are.
To your babies you’re everything -
their universe and rising star.

MUSINGS.

Drop off today was hard.

POEM.

You’ve lost track of the time
And you’ve lost count of the days.
Your eyes are tired, body sore,
I promise it won’t always be this way.

MUSINGS.

It’s in those everyday moments. Amidst the chaos. Amongst the challenges and feelings of being stretched and beyond what you’re capable of. You’ll make it through the other side. You’ll ride that wave and be amazed that you did it.

MUSINGS.

I don’t believe there’s such a thing as ‘balance’ - that social idea of being able to do just enough of everything to get it right and feel ‘whole’.