Tag: stay at home mum

Dirty Shoes

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

Heart Grown

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

Hail all pyjama clad warriors! Listen up…

  I understand that my ability to Push through is the reason I am still alive.  I know that it was through drive and will power that I fought to save my sanity, my marriage, my life. I have been applauded for this character trait and received accolades for my strength and ability to shove … Continue reading Hail all pyjama clad warriors! Listen up…

Thanks for praying, but could you also do my dishes?

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?

unsung heroes

So it’s Mother’s Day. Today I’m spending it running back and forth to our local dance eisteddfod for my baby boy Seth (my 14yr old baby who’s much taller than me). I dropped him off early this morning and then grabbed a quick bite to eat with my hubby. We sat down and I mentioned … Continue reading unsung heroes

Family Culture – my people

As the Easter weekend approached, we made a last minute decision, the day before, to head off camping for the long weekend. Of course every campsite in South East Queensland was fully booked. Finally, I found one last available campsite three hours north in Bargara. I announced the decision to my teenage boys whom all … Continue reading Family Culture – my people