Kids

  • Love Is

    May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading

  • Motherhood

    Motherhood has opened my heart in both expected and unexpected ways. It’s taught me that I never truly knew concepts such as shame or guilt before, or responsibility, or disappointment, or sorrow. And I often get down on myself when… Continue reading

  • Fairy Lights

    I sang about fairy lights as we drove. I remember. My tiny head bobbling about in the back seat while Mum drove us through the darkness to her weekly game of basketball. ‘I love your beautiful songs, Brooke.’ It was… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading

  • A Moment

    There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading

  • Explore

    I’m sitting at a table with one kid beside me, and another kid beside the kid beside me. My kids. Precious and two (although given they are six and three years old— it sometimes feels as though there are ten… Continue reading

  • Home

    Home is in this house. The quiet of my love for them. The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world. Home, you are my refuge. Family, you are my home. Continue reading

  • Little Sun

    Never forget, little Sun. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • Tonight

    Tonight I tear again. The ache of a mother remembering her ducklings, sweet. It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul. And some days ripple and crash more than other days do. The rain falls inside.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 18. The Little Boy

    Darling is the little boy that cannot sleep. ‘I think I need a bandaid, Mum. Mum? I think I need a bandaid.’ They start their tricks young, these beautiful tiny humans, don’t they. Continue reading