Mothering


The light at the end of the tunnel

The light at the end of the tunnel

Come hell or high water, come lockdowns and curfews, come transitions and discomfort, come mental health crises and loss of community, we were going to see our family through this difficult season.

Hello Larix buds

Hello Larix buds

I have this insatiable desire to know the names of the trees, the plants and the birds. What a delight it would be to spend my days identifying, loving, and nurturing living things.

At the beginning of March

At the beginning of March

How is it that I'm still writing about these kids?

Own it. Like a mother.

Own it. Like a mother.

It seems I've lost my confidence in my myself as my kids have grown older. A confidence I need to re-discover as I leave the nest, post-homeschooling.

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Let's call her Aunty Anxiety. And I've come to see that her intentions are good, even if I have to squint real hard to see it.

The hidden work of nurturer, caregiver, mother, healer, and homemaker

The hidden work of nurturer, caregiver, mother, healer, and homemaker

Maybe in our openness to another's experience, to listen without selfish purpose or aim, we can make a hallow space for our common dreams, hopes and joys; fears, feelings of inadequacy, and struggles.

The gift of formative personal work

The gift of formative personal work

Mothering changes us. It takes us on a particular life trajectory and it also equips us with certain skills and perspectives our pre-mother selves did not possess. And we bring those with us into every other endeavour we do, including midlife career changes and vocational pursuits.