No matter how difficult or challenging my day of mammahood may have been, no matter how disharmonious or exhausting, when we have a family bedtime satsang it helps to gracefully dissolve the after effect of the day’s challenges.  So some months ago I decided to have regular family satsangs.  Just the three of us.  I’d light a candle, lay a blanket on the floor, put some cushions out, gather together all the musical instruments (sometimes with Joshi’s...

Joshi had waded into the sea with his dad up to his waist and was playing with the boogie board which his grandpa had given him for Christmas.  After a few minutes of catching some waves he suddenly started screaming in pain.  Simon, only a couple of feet away, whisked him up into arms.  His foot was bleeding badly and Simon, who’s also a scuba instructor, suspected something worse than a sharp shell.  As the water cleared momentarily, there it was – a young...

I love the beginning of a year. It’s always such a great time for reflection. For looking back over the last year. For seeing where I am now … and deciding what intentions I’d like to move forward with. Before I became a mum my new year intentions were more goals-like.  I can remember planning holidays to exotic places, setting goals to teach a certain amount of Art of Living and Yoga courses, get a book published, meditate more regularly, etc.  I had so much time –...

I always feel relieved when I leave an environment where mums are constantly telling their kids to share and insisting on it. It’s nice to be out of ear shot from the repetitive mantra of “share, share, share.”  Yes I know, us mums want our kids to share.  We want them to be socially acceptable and not to offend others.  And it feels uncomfortable for us when we see their innocent actions upsetting another kid (and their mum).  So I know it’s...

For the past 7 nights I’ve left Joshi with Simon for about 3 hours every evening except one.  I spent 4 nights on the Sri Sri Yoga Course, ran a free Art of Living workshop on one and then took and attended a sudarshan kriya session on the other two.  Last night when I told Joshi I was going to kriya he said really firmly but sweetly, “Not going out mamma.  Everyone stay home.”  Out of the mouth of a 2-year-old.  He’d had enough of my disappearing...

  One of the things I most value as a mamma is the time I get to myself during Joshi’s daytime sleep.  It’s that small, golden window of opportunity in which I can do whatever I choose with my time.  As soon as he goes down I know I have anywhere between 1.5 and 3 hours to work with.  It’s a very precious time of my day which I want to spend extra mindfully. A lot of the mums with toddlers who I’ve spoken to spend this time getting organised...

  I’ve noticed that as a parent I’m often telling Joshi what to do,what not to do, where to go, what to look at, etc. Yes, I know he learns a lot this way and that it’s necessary for us to teach and direct our kids, but at what point does the balance get lost?   I’ve been reflecting on how often I’m actually being helpful and how often I’m just plain bossy and controlling.  I’ve been thinking about how much freedom I give him to...

I should have trusted my intuition. Despite the feeling that my car was going to get smashed up by the garbage truck, I parked there anyway.  It was the last space near the playground.  We didn’t have much time in which to execute Joshi’s birthday wishes, so I took the spot.  Our plan was to have a quick swing and then head to the zoo for a trip in the sky rail.  Joshi loves looking down over the elephants from it. As we walked towards the swings I looked back at the...

Have you ever wondered whether the caesarean you had, or the one you’re being told you need, was or is really necessary?  I know many women who’ve been told that they require a caesarean because their baby is too big or hasn’t engaged, etc.  Recently I’ve been wondering again whether these reasons are really valid and why so many of us are now having medical intervention to get our babies out. Then, quite coincidentally, a study was reported on...

A few days ago Joshi, who’s now 23 months old, fell down some concrete stairs and bashed his top lip quite badly.  I held him close while he let out a huge, gut-wrenching cry with blood coming out his mouth.  For a whole day he didn’t want to eat anything; not even yogurt or coconut juice – two of his favourites.  Fortunately breast milk’s still on the menu because it’s all he wanted.  When he finally got to sleep he kept tossing and...

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