Monthly Archives: May 2013

Don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Now I can hear ‘Big Yellow Taxi’ in my head. But I digress.

I never knew the awesomeness of my younger body, until pregnancy and aging caught up with me.

Before this time, I didn’t really think about my body. It just was. Continue reading

Finding instinct

Maternal instinct is a tricky concept. Why? Because it makes it all too easy to fall into the trap of ‘I should know this!’ And once you fall into that trap, it becomes harder and harder to ask for advice, get help or seek information.

‘You’re failing as a mother,’ goes the little voice in the back of your mind as you realize that giving birth had not endowed you will a instant mental baby manual. Continue reading

You’re a good mum

To the mum who’s breastfeeding: Way to go! It really is an amazing gift to give your baby, for any amount of time that you can manage! You’re a good mum.

To the mum who’s formula feeding: Isn’t science amazing? To think there was a time when a baby with a mother who couldn’t produce enough would suffer, but now? Better living through chemistry! You’re a good mum. Continue reading

Why ‘just don’t buy it’ just doesn’t work

As a parent, I have become increasingly consciously interested in the debate on the sexualization of childhood and gender-stereotyping.

Sexualization of childhood is not new. I vividly recall my mother refusing to let 7-year-old me buy an off-the-shoulder party dress like one of my schoolfriends. And it goes without saying that gender stereotyping has been around for longer than any of us can remember.

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The Grandparent Files: Play in 20 Years

Another pearl of wisdom came forth from my mother-in-law recently (can you guess she’s been visiting?)

So, here’s the scenario. She came to visit. She played with BabyBoy and BabyGirl. She noticed that my parenting involves teaching my children (shocker). She’s had a son. Continue reading

The Grandparent Files: You’re a Teacher!

Adding to the list of ‘did my mother-in-law really mean that’ sayings…

18-month old BabyGirl was being a bit cheeky – she was standing on a battery-operated toy. I told her ‘we use our hands, not our feet’ (something I’m saying on a daily basis right now), and when she just sort of looked at me I went over and gently moved her feet.

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