Walking on sandcastles
Made by little hands
Searching for a sense
Of gravity
Smiling faces
Turned to the ground
**
On the deserted beach
Summer is gone
In a blink of an eye
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Children
Acceptance & Freedom @WMB
Accepting children the way they are. It sounds normal. It’s what love is all about: accepting others. We are all different and we recognize that our differences are a real chance.
But when it comes to our kids, we tend to have dreams for them; we tend to wish them to be more extrovert than we were, more independent, to be less frightened, less worried than us. We are trying our best to tell them all about confidence and how important it is to share, care, how nice it is to have friends or not to be afraid of others, strangers.
When they fit our expectations, it feels so good. We are the first ones to congratulate ourselves on how good we are at educating them. When they don’t, we start asking ourselves, “what’s wrong?” We start feeling that we are not good enough and put a lot of pressure on us and on them. We want them to fit in, to be like others. It’s so easy.
We do forget easily that kids are independent beings. Just like us…More to read on WMB
Mess around (or the tale of a crazy weekend)
It was the kind of weekend you wish you can take a plane ticket and fly straight to the other side of the world. ON YOUR OWN.
Do you know this kind of weekend?
It starts with a sick child and ends with a sick child.
In between, the child gets high fever and then wakes up at four in the morning, feeling full of energy again, after asking you twenty times “can I have some water? I want to pee”. He gets out of bed and is ready to party. When the only thing you are dreaming of is get one more hour sleep.
Deprived of sleep, you do feel like a zombie. And your long time best friend “patience” has decided to take some holidays. You are on your own to face the storm – a whining, crying, tearing and shouting little guy. Outside it’s raining, bad luck!
Your mum can’t take it anymore. And your dad seems to enjoy making you feel like the worst mum ever. Stop shouting, YOU are the cause of this kid sad little life. Thanks Dad!
In between, it’s Mother’s Day! You won’t be able to hang around in your pyjamas all day. Unfortunate.
As you are getting ready, you look at the clock, it’s already noon and nothing’s ready. You wonder how mums do with more than one kid. You start thinking that your dad is maybe right – you’re a failure!
Everybody’s there and everybody love your hummus. It looks like you did get something right, after all. You are getting better at cooking. Your ex is a smuck.
You decided long before this family meeting that this time you will not get involved in highly controversial discussion. You’d rather listen than talk. Till it’s too much for you and you open your mouth. Some people still think that money is more important than Human Beings. You can’t get it. You have to let the words flow out. Silence is a killer. Bad idea. Again. A ride to the kitchen might help – washing is relaxing.
In the meantime, your little one decides that he won’t have a nap. Perfect. He is looking around at all the naughty things he can do, so instead of enjoying your guests, you’ll stay with him and play. Remember, he IS the center of the world. You end up shouting and telling him that YOU exist too (even if everybody thinks that you are a mum before being a woman. Stop being childish and take care of him – you come last.)
Outside, it’s sunny again; time to get some fresh air. You need it, more than anything else. Your last cup of coffee did not help that much but at least your headache is gone. You can’t have it all.
You are this kind of woman who thinks that TV is bullshit. You remember that before having kids, you were the first one saying “no TV at home”. It was before. Now you know that you’ll enjoy 30 minutes rest, as your little one is watching for the 50th time his favorite Disney movie. You are also getting ready for daddy’s call at 6pm. What will he come up with this time?
As you skype your ex for the “son-dad chat” of the week, you wonder why the men of your life enjoy so much messing up with you and treating you like shit. What’s wrong with you? It seems to you that you start treating yourself better than the past years. Are you still missing something?
Monday morning, it’s pouring rain, time to get the boots out again. Your child is still sick, still crying for nothing, still behaving like a dictator. You need two coffees to wake up. Your mum thinks “what’s wrong with that child?”. Your dad thinks “I can’t stand this anymore”.
You feel like crap but don’t forget that chaos is part of life (too)!
About a father @World Mums Blog
When you first separate, you are a big mess but you are full of hope that you’ll just manage everything well, mostly with the father of your children.
You have thought about this many times, when you have heard about friends or acquaintances getting a divorce and fighting like mad people over this or that, without a thought for their poor children, who are completely lost between Mum and Dad, not knowing where to go, what to believe, or how to feel about all of this.
You are good at reassuring yourself. You won’t go that way and you’ll do everything in your power to protect your kids in this painful situation. You are very good at telling yourself that what happened between you and your ex-husband has nothing to do with the father he is and the relationship he has or will have with his children. You think that it’ll be easy to make the distinction between the man and the dad. Until it’s not.
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An angel in the sky
No cry out of his body
Only tears out of hers
She can’t think
Too obsessed to find some air
To fill the emptiness
Inside her
Outside of her
***
Silence all around
No cry
Something’s wrong
Inside
Two bodies
No sound
Death can take you by surprise
***
Feeling trapped in her own body
She tries to recall
Why?
Nobody knows
She cries
Feeling like they took away her heart
Crushed it
Made it hard
***
No cry on his side
Her baby is an angel in the sky
Late encounter with Life @ World Moms Blog
I don’t know how your pregnancy went. I can tell you that mine was far from perfect, far from the dream I once had of what my life as a pregnant woman would be. I had it all planned, but nothing went according to plan. I was not sick but I was overly tired. And what made it all wrong was that something was missing in my marriage: there was a lack of communication and real love.
Many women say that the first meeting with their baby is the first ultrasound. Ultrasound technology has improved so much over the past decades. You can already see life inside you, before even feeling it. The second ultrasound was the worst for me, the one I went to, alone once again. When I was done, I stepped outside under the rain and cried. I was lost, not knowing whether I had made the right choice, keeping the baby. I was dealing with painful emotions on my own.
Pregnancy can be a fabulous experience. And it can be a terrific time too. It’s something we ought to remember, because if we don’t, it can cause much damage. We can quickly feel guilty for not feeling good. We can quickly feel that we are not good enough. Society keeps telling us that we should only rejoice and be in the best mood, that carrying a baby in our womb is amazing, that many don’t have this chance, that the baby inside feels everything.
Morning sickness, depression, rising hormone levels, pelvic pain. We can all relate to this, at one stage or another. That does not make us bad mothers. It just reminds us that we are human beings, dealing with many thoughts and ideas, dealing with struggles which often show up again after many years of survival.
By the third ultrasound, my life was all upside down…Read more on WMB
Shades of Tragedy
Under the trees
Shades of green
Kids playing
And mums chatting
Forgetting the sound
Of the river stream
Police alarms
And crazy screams
Newspapers words
Kill the dream
Of our kids walking safe
Under the trees
Just the two of us
The sky is blue today. If it was not cold outside, we could believe it’s summer time. Even though I love rain, rainy days are perfect to relax and unwind, I am quite happy to see the sun shining. And to plan some time out with Mister Pop.
As we do live with my parents, still, we don’t have much time, just the two of us.
When he was a baby boy, I had to admit I was scared to stay with him alone, more than one hour a day. I was so weak and unsure of my skills as a mum. I was always scared of hurting him by putting him the wrong way in his bed or letting go of him in the stairs.
It lasted a long time. I had lose all confidence in me. It took time to rebuild it.
These days, I feel much better. I still worry some time, cause it’s been two years already and we haven’t yet got so many chances to be only him and me.
But maybe I needed this time to find my place in this new life, to find peace in my body, in order to be able to give him the best!
As mums, have you experienced such feelings of not being ready, not being good enough for your kids ?
Season changes
Summer is gone
And with it, all the sunny days
Barefoot walks on the grass
Being in the garden
Going to the beach
We are back home
Reading stories
Playing, laughing, cuddling
Creating memories
Preparing for the Autumn
Sweet Miracle
