Category: Motherhood

  • GO TO SLEEP, CHILD!

    …I turn from a mother with inexhaustible patience and an interest in alternative parenting, to one who almost wants to smack her child on the bottom, throw him in his room, lock the door and make herself an espresso martini.

  • When we left for Paris on April first, our son Arlo was one year and 11 months old. The style of parenting Shane and I had been attempting to adopt up until that point was based on a fair chunk of reading we’d done, with foundations of Magda Gerber’s RIE parenting strategies, and Jennifer Percy’s…

  • Touching Children in France.

    Did that title grab your attention? It doesn’t mean what you first thought. This post discusses what could be seen as a French Tradition, and starts with the cultural aspect of French people kissing each other. You kiss someone when you meet for the first time, and then you kiss again before leaving. I don’t…

  • “New Home”

    Every Sunday for the last two point five months has been “moving day.” We have been shuffling around France in our little Berly Car (a Citroën Berlingo) with the majority of items belonging to Arlo (pram {do not travel with this one} bag of books, bag of toys, scooter, snow toboggan, etc) from Paris heading…

  • Many stereotypes that typify Paris are not actually far from the truth. For example, there aren’t a whole load of smiles or greetings being shared; this perhaps being the reason a lot of people say that Paris is not a very friendly city. In the very touristy areas there are even fewer – I suppose…

  • There is a certain sisterhood in motherhood that speaks to the heart of every mum. A connection that is formed at the moment of the birth of a first child which binds us forever together. It surfaces in the form of a smile at the park when the kids are happy playing, and again with…

  • There seems not a more fitting time than now to reflect upon the last (almost) 12 months, with the first birthdate of my baby upcoming. The concept of the word in question (motherhood) is like an elusive mirage, at least in the lead up to it actually happening anyway. Something some young women think about…