Dear Motherhood… I love you. I really do. I love hearing my name being called when the house is silent and a little person has woken, thinking of me- ME!- before anything or anyone else. I love that I can hold their little bodies against mine and literally feel their heart begin to slow, to drop into rhythm with my own. I love that their heads fit perfectly into that little nook between my shoulder and my chin, so that they can nestle there for cuddles no matter how old or how big they are getting. I love that. I love you. But I need to tell you that sometimes I hate you too.
Sometimes you make me lonely. Back when my tummy was huge and my circle of friends was tiny, you took advantage of me. You swamped me with hormones, made me believe I was invincible. Made me think that I didn’t need anybody. Fooled me into thinking that all I needed in the world was my baby, and that was it. And for a long time, I took you at your word. I was that ‘super mum’ I’d dreamt of being, and you made it so easy for me first time around. It seemed so natural to put a baby to my breast and to hold her forever in a haze of warmth and love and utter contentment. It seemed so natural to think only of my baby and never of myself. It seemed so natural to want to do it again. You were so good for me. (more…)
There aren’t many of us who can truly, hand on heart, say that they’ve had a calling in life. Even fewer who are brave enough admit it if they do. Life tends to be something we all seem to want to get out of the way, get through, get done. But life like that has no real meaning. Life like that is frustrating. Life like that is not lived with intent or passion. And if there is one man who has intent and passion by the bucket load, it’s John Bentley.
You can’t ignore this man when he’s in the room. Larger than life, you might say. Loud. Forthright. All of those things are true, but he will look you in the eye and tell you that he’s had a calling, and not only that, but he’s acting on it. With intent. And passion. Heaps and heaps of passion.
It seeps through every photograph that he takes. Every time he puts his eye to the viewfinder and turns his subject into something else. What he sees and what we see isn’t always the same thing at all. He takes the ordinary and makes it beautiful. (more…)
I don’t dream about his birth any more. I dream instead about the feelings his birth have left me with. In my dreams I am scared and I am anxious. In my dreams I am angry and I am frustrated. In my dreams, I am alone.
Almost seven years ago he was ripped from my body and the world came tumbling down.
Nothing was the same any more. Nothing made sense. Nothing was carefree. Instead, everything changed. Everything was wrong. Everything was hard. (more…)
As ambassadors for From Babies With Love, Elsie and I have been lucky enough to be among the first to hear about new products and share in the incredible stories of the children whose lives have been transformed thanks to this amazing brand. With 100% profits going to charities set up to help orphaned and abandoned children around the world, every time you buy something you are helping these children to build a life worth living. SOS children villages have been set up to provide warmth, shelter, food and love for children who have lost their parents through famine, war and disease. And From Babies With Love have made it their business to help.
So you can imagine my pride to be able to share with you the beautiful new range of newborn gifts.
We were asked to choose a gift from the range, which includes personalised prints, baby blankets, door hangers and more. Since Elise is no longer newborn (sob!) I decided I would treat my beatiful newborn niece instead. We chose a wonderful print with the rabbit design for her, and had it personalised with her name, birth date and weight. We also chose a very handy and beautifully printed door hanger to remind guests to keep the noise down while she’s sleeping! (more…)