Tag: motherhood
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Answered Prayers.
A Mother’s Day Reflection My son looks at a photo of three smiling faces and asks, “where was I?” The image is incomplete, he feels lost, when he was our missing piece. “You were still a dream,” I tell him. He smiles in reply, satisfied. This dream is real, it has fingers and limbs, a…
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What do you name your coffee machine? On Control, Surrender & Obedience.
I have been thinking a great deal about Hagar of late. The context for this is a little strange, I’ll admit, but bear with me (yes, I say that a lot). We are grateful to have wonderful cafes in our area. Including workers who take time to learn our name (more than some co-workers do!)…
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Oh Sweet January – on goals and expectations.
Have you ever wondered how our good, thoughtful goals turn themselves into burdensome expectations? How our plans, instead of being attainable and joyous, have become a weight to bear? As I have been reflecting on the burden of expectations, I keep hearing the line “not all experiences are good, Bianca!”¹ Except, let’s swap out ‘experiences’…
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time.
I stole a weekTo have the patience, For a child adjusting to changeTo have a cake cooling on the counterFor when the children came homeTo commune with a friend, a cup of coffee, to lastFor hoursTo complete the long delayed to-do list, onlyFor it to regenerate. Wouldn’t it be great if this was Real life?To…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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Blessed are the Mothers
(in the trenches) Blessed are the mothers in the trenches Those with a newbornWhose screaming faceThey are just getting to knowAnd yet, already, love completely, intimately – eternal.Blessed are the mothersUnfolding and cracked open Struggling to bloomEmpty stomachs, full arms, The messy bun solidified with dry shampooFor the fourth, fifth, tenth? Day in a row…
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diggers & unicorns
My son asked me to draw a diggerMy daughter asked for a unicornBoys love all things concrete, and concrete.Real, reliable, strong, dependableStrength you can touchLike the wheels on a dump truckAnd depend uponLike Spider-Man’s websUs girls are still chasing magicAnd the elusive beautyof all we cannot fully seeLike unicorns and fairiesTheir flight and whimsyBringing hope…
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Life’s Mirrors – on Humility & being teachable
Is there anything quite as humbling as our children holding up mirrors to our flaws? Seeing them act in less-than-flattering ways and instantly thinking, yep, that’s me. This is my daughter and I. Sometimes my son. I feel like the list of all their undesirable behaviours come from me. I witness my daughter’s clumsiness and…
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Mother’s Day – on navigating the complexity (and tricky parts of Motherhood)
This June my daughter will be turning seven and so, on the second Sunday in May, I will be observing my seventh Mother’s Day and seven years of officially being in the hood. Motherhood. In terms of the professional world, that would make me eligible for pro rata. A little taste of long service leave…
letters and lattes 