An Important Reminder: on loving your kids.
I write this to the chorus of mama, I love you by The Spice Girls and I am overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude for my life. Today I’ve had both […]
“Parenthood”
I was awoken at 1:52am to the sound of my earbuds dying. I had fallen asleep during my meditation at 10pm and slept, for once, soundly, until that annoying little […]
A Noisy Fanny Speaks for Herself
So, you’re pregnant. Or maybe you’ve already had three babies, each one exiting through your vagina. Perhaps you’ve c-sectioned two little ones, and reading this might cause you to intake some […]
memories of a baby
The roundness of his cheek in stillness proves that nothing exists, more pure, than a sleeping baby. The soft, cushioned pads of his little fingers. His hands move with innate […]
Shitty Shirt
Today I left the house with poo on my jumper. I saw it there as I left the kindergarten classroom, my child having been dropped off as the final participant […]
the nature of passing time
I see the days falling away as my eldest child grows and changes and matures and we get closer to the end of babyhood for the littlest one. I feel […]
the things i want
a poem
the wise guide inside
Two glasses of proper champagne and only bits of sleep last night and I’m attempting a settle; he’s 9 months old and the sleeping struggle is tangible. Chopin’s Nocturne No.2 […]
“Real Mums”
Arrived home from successful trip to the shops today with both boys and no disasters. Tears in the last 3 minutes of driving – nothing compared to the usual throat […]
A mother’s lifeline.
I’m standing at the breakfast bench typing this and my eyes are flicking to my one o’clock every few seconds. The baby monitor is in the corner there and I […]
When you have a baby…
When you have a baby, no one gives you a manual. They give you some documents, they scribble on paper with medical words and lots of boxes. And then they […]
A day in the life of; “mummy”
I started the day changing a poop filled nappy with a ten week old baby smiling up at me. Seconds later his brother walked in carrying his pyjama pants and […]
Gabrielle Gassin 