Maybe some of you read the article posted a while ago in the Huffington Post titled "How to Talk to Little Girls". I keep thinking about it.
As a mama to two girls who are growing up fast, I think a lot about how I'm raising them. How I speak to them. What I'm modelling through my own behaviours. How to encourage them to be confident, intelligent and compassionate little girls (and eventually women).
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
a tale of two births: part II
read part I first!
and be forewarned: part II is even more detailed and lengthy than part I (probably because it's fresher in my mind)!
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Our little bug also arrived late.
9 days late.
Again I drove myself crazy by expecting to go into labour early. Or at least on time. Surely I deserved to deliver around my due date the second time around, right?
and be forewarned: part II is even more detailed and lengthy than part I (probably because it's fresher in my mind)!
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Our little bug also arrived late.
9 days late.
Again I drove myself crazy by expecting to go into labour early. Or at least on time. Surely I deserved to deliver around my due date the second time around, right?
Friday, 9 November 2012
a tale of two births: part I
As I prepared for the birth of our second child, it occurred to me that I had yet to record the story of the birth of our first child. So before the two experiences got muddled in my head, I thought I would sit down to record what I remember. Well I didn't get very far and now our second baby girl has arrived and I really feel the need to record my memories of their arrivals before they fade even more.
If you're not into detailed birth stories, this post probably isn't for you...
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If you're not into detailed birth stories, this post probably isn't for you...
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Sunday, 30 September 2012
frazzled
As I finally sat down to blog again, for the first time in about 3 months, I was trying to think of how to summarize these last few months of my life. I can think of so many delightful moments. So many hilarious, laugh-out-loud moments. So many sweet, yummy, cuddly moments. But mostly, when I think about my first three months as a mama to two beautiful girls? If I'm really honest?
Frazzled.
Frazzled.
Monday, 30 July 2012
my dream job
The other day I went in to visit my former workplace. It was so nice to see my former workmates and it was fun to show off my girls.
After I left I started thinking about a conversation my husband and I had months earlier.
It was while I was pregnant with our Bug and preparing for my maternity leave... or as I joked, my 'early retirement from the workforce'. He had asked me if I was going to miss my job.
I had to think about it. Would I miss my co-workers? Most definitely. Would I miss the actual work? Kind of.
I was good at my job. I think I was efficient, and I was appreciated. My job was varied and I enjoyed it. But could my boss and my lab operate without me? Yep. They certainly could (and are).
As much as I enjoyed what I did, it wasn't my passion. It wasn't what my heart longed to do. And I wasn't essential to the operation of the laboratory.
Being a mother to my girls (at the risk of sounding conceited): this I am really good at. But more than that, it is a job that I don't think anyone can do better than I can. No one knows my babies like I do. No one can love them the same way, anticipate their needs, or care for them like me.
I feel like I'm doing the most important job in the world. It's not an easy job. It's way harder and so much more demanding than any other 'job' I've had. And it certainly isn't full of very much praise or appreciation. But there is nothing else I would rather do.
I realize that being a stay-at-home mom isn't for everyone. Some women just don't feel called to it. And some might like to be at home all the time with their kids, but (whether for financial or various other reasons) simply can't.
I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home.
I left my job to pursue my passion: my family. My husband has always been so passionate about medicine. And I have always felt like (and been slightly jealous that) he is making such an impact in the world. He's making a real difference in people's lives.
And now I feel like I am too.
The lives of two little girls who need me very much.
Being a mother feels instinctual to me. I know what to do. I am confident in my skills. I am shaping two little people; teaching them the things they need to know and loving them with my whole heart.
This.
Motherhood.
This is what I was meant to do. This is what I feel called to do. This is what I want to do.
This is my dream job.
After I left I started thinking about a conversation my husband and I had months earlier.
It was while I was pregnant with our Bug and preparing for my maternity leave... or as I joked, my 'early retirement from the workforce'. He had asked me if I was going to miss my job.
I had to think about it. Would I miss my co-workers? Most definitely. Would I miss the actual work? Kind of.
I was good at my job. I think I was efficient, and I was appreciated. My job was varied and I enjoyed it. But could my boss and my lab operate without me? Yep. They certainly could (and are).
As much as I enjoyed what I did, it wasn't my passion. It wasn't what my heart longed to do. And I wasn't essential to the operation of the laboratory.
Being a mother to my girls (at the risk of sounding conceited): this I am really good at. But more than that, it is a job that I don't think anyone can do better than I can. No one knows my babies like I do. No one can love them the same way, anticipate their needs, or care for them like me.
I feel like I'm doing the most important job in the world. It's not an easy job. It's way harder and so much more demanding than any other 'job' I've had. And it certainly isn't full of very much praise or appreciation. But there is nothing else I would rather do.
I realize that being a stay-at-home mom isn't for everyone. Some women just don't feel called to it. And some might like to be at home all the time with their kids, but (whether for financial or various other reasons) simply can't.
I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home.
I left my job to pursue my passion: my family. My husband has always been so passionate about medicine. And I have always felt like (and been slightly jealous that) he is making such an impact in the world. He's making a real difference in people's lives.
And now I feel like I am too.
The lives of two little girls who need me very much.
Being a mother feels instinctual to me. I know what to do. I am confident in my skills. I am shaping two little people; teaching them the things they need to know and loving them with my whole heart.
This.
Motherhood.
This is what I was meant to do. This is what I feel called to do. This is what I want to do.
This is my dream job.
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