Driving with my now 19-year-old son. Out of the blue, he grabs my hand and says, “I’m so proud of you, Mum. It must be hard knowing that no one will ever really know but us. I hope we are enough – that we know and we are proud.” Yes my son, it is enough. … Continue reading Dirty Shoes
Today it is with heartfelt joy that I celebrate the incredible women who chose to love their children. They are not the ones who found out they were pregnant and had no choice but to carry and love that child. I want to pay tribute to the mummies that didn’t have to, but did. They … Continue reading Heart Grown
27th of April. Today was my 3rd year anniversary living medication free. Yay! So excited and how absolutely gorgeous are my bunch of roses that were delivered today! Thanks Hubby! Instead of raving on about how amazing I am to have achieved this. I want to talk about something else. It’s more important, and it … Continue reading Start
Why is it, that people point out sensitivity as though it were a handicap? “Oh, she’s just very sensitive.” A statement often given in ‘that’ voice – I’m sure you know the condescending tone I’m referring to. A comment often delivered in a somewhat back handed compliment approach. You find yourself forced to return a … Continue reading Thin Skinned
Ten years ago, I found myself extremely unwell. Not knowing where to turn, we chose to give up a big home in suburbia for a tiny old home on acreage… yes our 3 boys shared a room, my laundry was the size of a cupboard, I had no wardrobe but used a linen cupboard in … Continue reading D-Day
My mother is a big believer in prayer; despite her mountain loads of what seemed to be unanswered prayer, her dedication to it has never wavered. I’m not sure I feel the same way about prayer as she does. I wish I could embrace her beautifully simple approach to life but for some reason God … Continue reading Thanks for praying, but could you also do my dishes?