When disaster strikes, look for the helpers. And watch them light up the dark.
This little poem is for every parent who feels they can never get things ‘just right.’ There might be a reason for that…
A reminder to myself to slow it down on the dark, grey, foggy days and capture those memories in full colour rather than blurred motion.
Isn’t it sad that by the time we are adults, many of us are better at dwelling on our imperfections than our potential?
I came to realise something totally life-changing: ‘good enough’ is actually perfectly good enough. Because while I was constantly worrying about how I was ‘doing’ at parenthood, I was missing the moments right in front of me to be savoured, treasured and enjoyed.
while lockdown has hemmed us in, in many ways it has paradoxically also offered us space. Read on to find out how.
‘I simply cannot be enthusiastic teacher, patient parent, happy housecleaner, caring counsellor, faithful friend, fitness fanatic, bonafide baker and insta-influencer ALL IN ONE DAY.’