When your child doesn’t look their age.
It did not surprise me when my daughter gave a sarcastic response of “I might not look like a nine-year old to you; but I am – okay”.
This was in reply to a family member’s comment on her size that does not match her age. If I said this was the first time such a comment was made, I would be lying. It happens all the time. Uninvited comments from strangers, family and friends. (more…)
My daughter, Lea is in such a happy mood this morning. Hopping, skipping and singing at the top of her voice. It’s her birthday and she has been waiting for this day to arrive with eager anticipation. I watch her and smile. There is so much love that is booming at the moment. A love that is eternal and unmeasurable.
As I watch her, an exhilarating feeling comes over me. This child made me a mother. Knowing that my husband and I made this human, and that she is half mine and his DNA. Like my kids will always say “we are the best thing that ever happened to the two of you.”
And they are spot on, they are the best thing that ever happened to us. Knowing what we know now, life without them would be pretty dull.
On World Premature Day
Giving hope to new NICU parents
To the new NICU mom and dad, it is undoubtedly not your desire to become one. Whatever the reason for your baby being born too soon; it was a situation that you had no control over. You did not envisage this to be part of your birthing plan. Even more so that your tiny little human will be lying in an incubator hooked to beeping machines, struggling to breath and fighting for his/her life.
As you sit in the chair staring at your tiny baby, you look tired and worried. The minutes turn to hours but it feels like a lifetime. You experience multiple emotions at once – joy, love, fear, sadness, anger and frustration. Feeling helpless and alone and thinking that nobody understand your heartache. A feeling of uncertainty about what the future holds is not strange.
Should we scrap school homework? Or are we as parents making a big deal out of nothing?
I remember being in primary school in the 1980s and finishing off high school in the early 1990s, receiving homework; perhaps not every day but we received homework. Homework back then was about doing the odd assignment, completing a worksheet or two, writing an essay or doing a few math sums. Most importantly we had time for play. Some form of punishment was given for incomplete homework. But homework back then was minimal with almost no parental involvement. Teachers taught in class. With that background, I was all set on kids getting homework.
You might think why am I blogging about this topic as I am no longer a mom of an infant. I can relate as I was once a mom of two infants and I failed at breastfeeding. Even if it takes me back almost 8 years I can remember clearly. A conversation with friends, inspired this post. Let’s just say – there are still some people that are divided on this.
My blog post today is about the breastfeeding vs formula debate. In all honesty there shouldn’t even be a debate. It is all about choice and what is best for your baby. I have great admiration for mothers who breastfeed their babies, in actual fact I find it to be a beautiful sight. They make it look so easy and they seem to be so content to nurse their little sprouts. (more…)
When your kids are toddlers you tend to do everything for them. When they get to preschool age, you slowly teach them how to do things for themselves; from tying their shoe laces to dressing themselves. And once they’ve mastered the basics you start introducing small chores. Letting them set the table, folding the washing and eventually moving to bigger chores like feeding the pets, doing the dishes, vacuuming and dusting.