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...

It can be really hard flying long haul with a toddler.  Joshi (almost 22 months) is full of beans and loves being active.  Of course he does – he’s got the whole world to explore!  While that’s wonderful, it doesn’t bode well for being confined on a long-haul flight.   This week we’re flying 14.5 hours from Australia to South Africa, followed by a two hour transit and then another 1 hour hop.   Plonking him down in front of a movie or ipad is...

A friend of mine recently asked me to write a post on suitable gifts for newborns.  She suggested that many people who visit new parents take gifts that are not at all helpful or things that parents will like.”  I must say, I have to agree with her.  Before I had a child I was completely clueless about what to buy for a newborn.  I so wanted to take something that would be used and appreciated, but always felt really stuck.  If you’re ever in the same boat, this post...

I was terrified of Santa as a kid.  When I was 20 months old, mum took us to the country club to see him.  I was so afraid. Instead of sitting on his lap I hung on tightly to mum and cried.  There was no way I was going to leave her arms for his.  At 2 and a half years I managed to sit on Santa’s lap in a shopping mall, but not without feeling really unsure and not very safe.  You can see from the picture how tightly I held onto my brother’s wrist.  One month later,...

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