Called to Motherhood: Piece 8

Each of my children has subtly sculpted me, their mother, into a person who must sometimes forget where they end and I begin. They have taken my personality edges and with the shorelines of their growth from baby hood to adolescence, mellowed me out to a person who values the sleep in they denied meContinue reading “Called to Motherhood: Piece 8”

Eternal Spirit on Mortal Paper

A house full of sick kids and constant calls for Mum to please by nearby, snatched moments to rest and build energy for another round of vomiting from youngest and a complete ignoring of deadlines – that’s been my week. Now any dedicated parent will tell you in a house full of illness you needContinue reading “Eternal Spirit on Mortal Paper”