The idea of a Pinterest mom is simple, really. You spend your free time making Halloween costumes, organizing your home with countless woven baskets, baking healthy meals from scratch and making school lunches filled with cucumbers shaped like flowers and sandwiches shaped like zoo animals.
Only recently have I realized how much I took our fertility for granted. There were issues, yes, but for the most part, we wanted to have children and we did. The idea that there were people for which this was not the case was not openly discussed.
What I didn't realize is just how much the breathwork and meditation components would mean to me. Mindfulness is such an important part of good mental health, as is an awareness of one's self. I love that you don't need tools for the breathwork - it is the most portable form of self-care.
So, if you are sitting and reading this, thinking that your marriage isn't perfect, congratulations - you're human. If you are sitting there thinking that other people have perfect relationships and you are the odd one out, I'm here to tell you that no one's is.
With all this back and forth swirling around in our heads, and the whispers of every parenting expert in our ear, what is the answer? What path will yield the best result? All we know is we want our children to be the best they can be; to grow up to be good, self-sufficient, kind human bein
Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on my first "favourite things" blog. If you know me, you know that I love summer. I don't mind the heat, and I crave the vitamin D. Seeing as how I am not into sports, winter is definitely not my jam. BUT from a fashion-standpoint, fall is where it's at. There is something so appealing about the crisp air, jeans, fall boots and a warm latte that soothes my soul. So, in honour of the upcoming season, here are my top five favourite fall things.
This post comes with a trigger warning. I am about to discuss when a child gets sick - every parent's worst fear. I wish what I was writing was fiction, but it is our reality.
Hubby and I looked at each other and immediately agreed that we would never be like that. When we went out, our kids would sit and colour and we would have meaningful family conversations. I guess we neglected to agree that the children would then fly home on their unicorns.
As moms, our own worst critic is ourselves. We scrutinize every inch of our decisions. Are we feeding our children too much? Too little? Are they too short? Too tall? Are they outside enough? Too much? Every decision is a rubiks cube of emotions and a see-saw of back and forth. Don't get me wrong, dads do this too. Some, even more so than moms do. But there is a special place in our heads for mom-guilt.