Parenthood

  • 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

  • Darling Day 16. Fifteen Minutes Late

    I’ve had wine. And I’ve had my Dad and my sister for the first time since the government has allowed me to have them…for months. So I’m fifteen minutes late for the darling day, which technically means I’ve missed it.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 10. Little Darling Ones

    Dearest darling bunny ones my hop-a-long divine, this Mother’s heart will always beat to find your hands in mine.   One life I share with you my dears, one chance I have to say: I’ll do my very best to… Continue reading

  • Darling Day Six. Darling Is The Fall

    She wobbled along, the little darling on wheels. Two wheels (which seemed to be the problem.) Mum balanced her own bike between her legs, guiding her duckling as best she could, until at last: there was flight. As I strolled… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 1: Darling Is Life

    Darling is the grace of every whispered, ‘You’re beautiful.’ You melt my soul with those words. Every shimmer of my soul, you melt it. Darling are the minutes next to the moments that I sit alone and realise…I’m happy. Happy… Continue reading

  • Winter Is Coming

    We’re heading into winter in Australia, and I’m feeling the resistance rising already. I’ve come to dread winter for the internal obstacles it brings. Sunny days charge my batteries and fill my joy pots to a state of ‘just so’,… Continue reading