Tag: parenting
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Blessed are the Fathers
Blessed are all the FathersWhose heart grew two sizesWho came apart andCompletely undone Who felt the planets shiftIn the most beautiful thingThey have ever seenPlaced, safely, in their handsThrust in their chestSkin to SkinHeart to Heart And were suddenly,Formed anew. Blessed are the FathersWho have taken up the mantleOf ‘Father Figure’In ways planned And in…
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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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to forget.
Sometimes the best gift we can give is To Forget.To hear the harsh wordAnd chooseNot to let it permeate.After forgivenessAfter reconciliationIn the aftermath of healing we aimTo ForgetThe tones uttered in anger and frustrationNot allowing them to settle.Instead of forming solid stonesSettling at the pit of our stomachOr anchors in our mindClouding our viewWe let…
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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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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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A Letter – To the dads who have loved us well
I am incredibly grateful to be surrounded by wise, empathetic men who prioritise loving their daughters well. They haven’t always gotten it right, does anyone ever? But they have a heart to learn, grow and adapt. I am blessed by my relationship with my father, my step-father, my father-in-law and even more so as I…
letters and lattes 