Posts made in August, 2009
Thank You Mum
You know the thing I love about writing a blog is that it challenges you to dig deep, be completely honest and tell the truth about how you feel. Even with the knowledge that thousands of people will be reading all about you! But without this thought I don’t think my life would be as charming. To think that your deepest and sometimes darkest feelings will be shared, judged, laughed at, smiled at, and given many more emotions really develops the self.
Read MoreKnowledge
A person soon learns how little he knows when a child begins to ask questions.
– Richard L. Evans
Permanent!
I have been in love with David Cook’s new song Permanent for two months now. I play it over and over whenever I get the chance. Pickles hears it on my iPhone and always comes running. She loves it too.
The song reminds me of Pickles. Listen to the lyrics and you will understand how captivating it is. Permanent. It’s in the title. Our baby’s are permanently ours. Our little gifts of gold that will never lose their shine no matter what muddy water we travel through.
Read MoreRepeating actions: Pickles first intentional attention seeking.
“Ahhhhhhhh” I heard coming from under my feet. Looking down I noticed Pickles little leg had slid under the toy box. It wasn’t hurting but her little squeal was from feeling very unsure about having her leg stuck. ‘How do I get my leg out’ was the look in her big blue eyes peering up at me.
“Oh sweety are you OK” I started as I leant down to pull her leg out. She looked down at her leg as I slid it out from under the box and lifted her up for a consoling cuddle. She immediately pulled herself out of my grip. As much as I love cuddles all the time and probably give her way too many, Pickles is Miss Independent rolled with a bit of Miss Tough and Miss Adventurous, so they generally don’t last long or if at all when she has other things on her mind.
Read MoreGenerations of expectation: Do maternal instincts really exist?
I have sat in front of the pc trying to write this post for ages now. I have started, deleted, started, deleted and am starting again.
You see, it’s really personal.
My truth is I did fall in love with Pickles at the first touch of her skin on my body. It was love at first sight. Blood soaked and just seconds old we were bound by an eternal link only mother and child would ever understand. However in the following weeks exhaustion took over and that ‘instinctual motherly skillset’ that every woman is apparently born with, didn’t appear.
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