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Tag - Honest Motherhood

// Personal – 20 Things I want to teach my kids

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So I take my job as a Mum pretty seriously. I have certain things that I stick with, and certain ways I (usually) speak to my children. I hope to act out of love, and I hope that I will be proud of who my kids grow up to be. But there are some things in particular that I hope they learn from me. I want to be the person that they can tell everyone taught them all this awesomeness.…

// Kindred Roots – The Rewards

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Anonymous  I know there was bad times, hard times, pain, stress, times when I was so tired I wasn’t sure I could open my eyes long enough to feed my baby, those times when I was so scared I would fall asleep & accidently smother them, when I woke up after finally getting to sleep dreaming that they were still in the bed under me. Times when I thought what have I done? I can’t be a mum; not like…

// Kindred Roots – Racing Forward, Standing Still

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Julia Harrell In 9 weeks (or maybe just 8, if he or she follows in your footsteps), your baby brother or sister will be born. In the “excitement” of moving, renovating a house, selling it, buying a new house, and moving again, I keep forgetting that we’ll be meeting this new person so soon. My due date is more of a mental deadline for when I MUST be moved and unpacked and sorted out and have food in the freezer.…

// Kindred Roots – An introduction

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Kindred Roots is an exciting addition to the blog for me, something that is close to my heart. This is an opportunity for our world of parenting to unite. Kindred, meaning ones family and relatives, or similar kind. Roots, the part of a plant which attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant via numerous branches and fibres. I like to compare my parenting to roots. We…

// Personal – I did something right

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Every now and again something happens. Something that takes your breath away, that makes the blood pump in your ears, that makes everything go in slow motion. Like the time she asked for her baby to have uppies cuddles, and she waited patiently for me to tighten the sling correctly, and then she rocked and swayed. She whispered to her baby and told her everything was going to be okay. She said “it’s alright little one, Mummy is here. Everything…