MUSINGS.

I went from the midst of spring’s creative abundance and was thrown into the depths of winter. Summer and Autumn skipped in a flash as a small body, moving too fast on fawn legs, fell too hard.

MUSINGS.

I hope to pass this on to my children.

POEM.

In my phone there is a list
Of all the little projects I’d like to do.
Photo books, and re-potting plants,
Making puzzles, and re-organising cupboards too.

POEM.

“I need a break,” I said to no one,
My frustration boiling out.
Another block beneath my foot,
The baby pulling my hair with a shout.

POEM.

Once upon a time I cradled you,
Wrapped you tightly in my arms.
Where you smiled and cooed back up at me,
Your small hand fit snug in mine.

POEM.

In this season you grow and grow,
body lengthens, mind expands.
Overnight you’ve learnt new skills,
A whole new world is in your hands.

POEM.

We’re told we should aspire to more,
We’re told to aspire to less.
We’re told that we should contribute more,
That a mother, a woman, always says yes.

MUSINGS.

Entering motherhood I had so many questions about how it would change me.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.