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I’m sick of feeling bad as a mother, over and over. You name it I’ve felt bad about it… The big things are plentiful, when my daughter broke her arm, that was a goodie, it even put me into labour. When my other daughter got terribly sick as an infant I piled on the guilt for years. but it’s also the little things I catch myself feeling bad about that really needs to stop… The times I serve them pizza instead of vegetables or the times I put on a movie instead of reading them a book, or the time I didn’t breastfeed my son as long as I breastfed my daughters, or the times I get a babysitter to go for a drive for myself and do something on my own. It always tends to hit me around bedtime. The wheels start turning and I start reflecting on the day. Was I enough today? Was I present enough? Did I spend too much on my phone? Did they eat healthy enough? Did they drink enough water? Did I hug them enough and tell them I love them? Did they have enough time outside? Did I listen to their stories and validate their feelings enough? I’m really just sick of feeling bad, because the thing is… I’m a good mother. I’m learning every day, and I’m relatively new at this gig that I’m not going to get it all right, but I’m also not going to get it all wrong, and there are plenty of reasons... To feel good. When they wrap their arms and legs around you, when you read them the same book over and over, when they go to bed with full bellies and full hearts. When they look you in the eye and tell you they love you. Here’s to focusing more on these moments for the rest of our lives. . . . . Image by the talented @rachelburt.photography . . . . . #stopcensoringmotherhood #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #motherhoodrising #nzmum #nzbusiness #blogger #newbornphotography #momlife #momsofinstagram #motherhoodsimplified #empowerment #parenting #parenthood #parent #letthembelittle #nz #momblogger #pregnant #toddler #pregnancy #womenempoweringwomen #pnd #thehappynow #clickinmoms #storytellingmama #empoweringwomen #mindfulness #meditation #honestmotherhood
I used to have this as a child, but lost it along the way, I think we all have this innately inside us, yet distractions and the busyness of life gets in the way. One thing I’ve struggled with for years now are cockroaches, this is because I rolled a car when a large one landed on my lap years ago now. Living where we are there are so many of them, it is a focus of mine to not pass on my past feelings and reactions I have from them onto my kids🙈. I’m weirdly trying to respect them and ‘kindly’ take them inside especially when the kids are with me. Lots of deep breathing😂 . . . Beautiful reminder @awilderchild . . . . #stopcensoringmotherhood #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #motherhoodrising #nzmum #nzbusiness #blogger #newbornphotography #momlife #momsofinstagram #motherhoodsimplified #empowerment #parenting #parenthood #parent #letthembelittle #nz #momblogger #pregnant #toddler #pregnancy #womenempoweringwomen #pnd #thehappynow #clickinmoms #storytellingmama #empoweringwomen #mindfulness #meditation #honestmotherhood
I’m sure all of us can think of a time when the fire was ignited and this fierceness came alive inside us in response to our child needing our protection. As mothers we become both the strongest and most vulnerable at the same time. . . . Thankyou @kiwipip75 for your words❤️ . . . . . . #stopcensoringmotherhood #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #motherhoodrising #nzmum #nzbusiness #blogger #newbornphotography #momlife #momsofinstagram #motherhoodsimplified #empowerment #parenting #parenthood #parent #letthembelittle #nz #momblogger #pregnant #toddler #pregnancy #womenempoweringwomen #pnd #thehappynow #clickinmoms #storytellingmama #empoweringwomen #mindfulness #meditation #honestmotherhood
It’s taken me 3 years to write about this, to get to the realisation that it’s not about what other people think, it’s about wanting to inform, share and also move on. This is also what encouraged the dream now called ‘The Motherhood Project.’ Just over 3 and ½ years ago our 2nd daughter was 8 weeks old and she was diagnosed with Pertussis, whooping cough. This came as a shock to my husband and I, and at first we didn’t realize the full extent of the diagnosis and illness, which in hindsight, was a good thing. I wasn’t aware of the vaccine I could have while I was pregnant in New Zealand at that stage, which would have provided the added protection for her. My eldest daughter who was 15 month was fully vaccinated. We were all in for quite a journey. I quickly learned whooping cough is a highly contagious bacterial infection that is air-borne. I also learned that medical health professionals that work closely with babies get the whooping cough vaccine every 5 years, as the whooping cough vaccine itself is one that relies on herd vaccination. So we just had to accept it and get on with it, protecting and monitoring her as best we could. We asked the paediatric doctors a million questions, often the heartfelt reply from the paediatric doctors was, there’s really nothing we can do. She wasn’t bad enough to require oxygen thank goodness. We also went for weekly checkups, spent hours on google, looked at natural remedies, naturopaths, you name it. My husband, and our families were amazing support. The next 3 months of our lives we switched into survival mode. At least once an hour, often more, day and night our daughter would cough, yet the word ‘cough’ doesn’t adequately describe the sound of what came out of her. It involved her whole body, the coughing fit would last for around 1 minute sometimes up to 2, it involved guttural sounds of her trying to take a breath. We often had to put our fingers in her mouth to attempt to scoop out and clear the mucous from her airways. Being 8 weeks old, our daughter couldn’t roll yet, or hardly lift her neck so every time she coughed we had to sit her up as quickly as we could. As soon as she stopped coughing, Cont in comments.
This is a beautiful story I came across by @lrknost . . . . . . . . . . . #stopcensoringmotherhood #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #motherhoodrising #nzmum #nzbusiness #blogger #newbornphotography #momlife #momsofinstagram #motherhoodsimplified #empowerment #parenting #parenthood #parent #letthembelittle #nz #momblogger #pregnant #toddler #pregnancy #womenempoweringwomen #pnd #thehappynow #clickinmoms #storytellingmama #empoweringwomen #mindfulness #meditation #honestmotherhood
Yes!! Look what your body created, you are a portal between realms. You bought this soul into the world and that is no easy feat on your mind, body and soul. . . . . @thehealedmother xx . . . #stopcensoringmotherhood #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #motherhoodrising #nzmum #nzbusiness #blogger #newbornphotography #momlife #momsofinstagram #motherhoodsimplified #empowerment #parenting #parenthood #parent #letthembelittle #nz #momblogger #pregnant #toddler #pregnancy #womenempoweringwomen #pnd #thehappynow #clickinmoms #storytellingmama #empoweringwomen #mindfulness #meditation #honestmotherhood