
Oh hello. I have something to say. Today’s the day, I am going to make it. A motherhood statement. A broad sweeping claim, like arms wrapped around you. An encompassing statement, a forgiving, welcoming reassuring statement. A motherhood statement...
When it comes to toilet training, less is definitely more. That is, the less time and effort you have to spend on it the better. Nappies are a nuisance, but following your child around with a potty and a bottle of carpet shampoo is far more tedious...
Once again this year my son will have his uncle stand in for the ‘Fathers’ and Special Person’s Night’ at kindergarten, because his father will be overseas for the Fathers’ Day celebrations...
We’re out in the backyard enjoying the weekend sun. The grass is getting long and the lawnmower is broken. I’m pulling out the chickweed to give to the old lady down the street...
Parents are expected to stay ‘in control’ of their lives, their children, and themselves. Some major parts of this expectation are impossible to fulfil...
“Right, I can do this.” I exhale as though blowing out candles on an enormous cake. “Nappies, plastic bags, wipes, bibs, clean outfit, wrap, nappies, keys, mobile…”
I tightened my arms that encircled his waist and held on. Charlie, his feet beating against my legs, stiffened and yelled, “I hate you, Jo, I hate you...
Social isolation is strongly linked to depression and other health problems. Human beings are social animals. We do better when we live with others. We are healthier and happier. Why then are so many of us ending up alone?
Mikey sat on the back step and thoughtfully pushed an exploratory finger up his nose. He was gazing with some satisfaction at the result, when his heart began to beat uncomfortably fast...
It was eerie, the looming feeling that followed her like an apparition that refused to give up on this world – the feeling, the gnawing knowing, that she had married the right man but married into the wrong family...
“Bring that sand back! It’s for making concrete, not for your sandpit!”
Raising children and renovating your home. The two just don’t go together...
We know more about nutrition than past generations. We’ve identified learning disorders and new educational techniques. We give our children every advantage we can afford, and some we cannot afford...
My sense of abandonment intensifies as I turn over the ignition and back the van out of the driveway. The car feels empty – the once endless chatter of youthful voices replaced by the silence of the vacant seats behind me. Who wants to come to the markets with me?...
Known variously as Arsenic Hour or The Witching Hour, Jungle Hour is that period of late afternoon when the day dilly dallies as to whether it will become night or not. It can never quite seem to make up its mind, and this is what babies can’t stand, because babies like routines...
“I’m going to have gas and pethidine, but nothing stronger,” my friend Jemma* told me shortly before giving birth to her first child...
Think of how the world would change for the better if all our children knew how precious they are and lived their lives in that belief? Self-love isn’t vanity or arrogance but a genuine confidence and having a healthy relationship with one’s own inner being...
Max: Not all modern dads are superheroes. Some are stuck in the transition – take my dad. He’d like to think of himself as one of those cool new-age dads, you know the ones; able to change a nappy in under a minute, cooks, cleans...
My generation breathed in the assumptions of feminism as naturally as air. Our participation as equals in the traditional male worlds of work and achievement came more easily to us than perhaps to any previous generation of young women...
At the weekly mothers’ meeting, the social worker who’s in charge of the children’s area, Agnieska, tells us how we should react when we catch our children masturbating...
Charlie Easeman rolled over in bed when he smelled her perfume, her everyday touch reminding him what time it was and that he was in need of a shave...
From high up in a cool, weightless place comes a distant sound; a babbling, not of water flowing but of little voices, one unintelligible and the other authoritative and rising and, alas, I am woken from bliss...
Our unplanned, multi-racial family had started off in the usual way, with the birth of our first and only biological child. The family grew, through numerous adoptions, to the unusually large number of eight children...
A mother called me today. Actually, a stepmother. She is a little worried about Megan. She isn’t sure if she should be. And she doesn’t know if she even has a right to be worried...
The shift from couple to family brings change in many areas: financial, career, lifestyle. Perhaps the largest however are in the area that started it all in the first place. From sleepless nights of passion to well, just sleepless nights, here’s your guide to sex after children...
“It’s time.” Zach stares at me and groans. Two simple words have shattered his rocking chair reverie. “Now?” “Now.” “She’s only been awake for an hour and a half...”
As life emerged on earth from the primeval slime, there was a group of cells that carried the potential to become human — to transform the jelly blob into the thinking, feeling, dreaming being we call man...
I swear my son, Levi, came out of the womb wearing a Spiderman costume – much to my dismay at the time. I was never going to be a mother who encouraged superhero play...
One day, two intrepid adventurers – one with a year’s Spanish and the other with a phrasebook – braved a trip with the local Spaniards from the immaculately clean Granada station on a big, cushy tour bus...
The situation for parents is growing more difficult in most countries of the world today, in spite of technological and material advances in the Western world. Capitalism and the ethic that supports it is encroaching on all the cultures of the world...
My mother cursed me. She pointed at me, summoned all her strength, and hurled the most heinous words she could summon straight into my little five-year-old eyes…
In the month after my son was born I was standing in the laundry, washing miniature jumpers in the cavernous steel sink. The window overlooked our overgrown courtyard and, at its centre, a multitude of white cotton nappies...
It is no surprise some friendships don’t survive the turbulent toddler years. But I didn’t know that back then. I was a first-timer...
Parents worry about many things when their child first starts school. Will she adjust to the long day? Can he remember where the toilets are? Have I given her enough to eat...
We had a ‘no more nappies’ party at our house. First, we decorated the house with balloons and hand-made posters. Then, we set theparty food out on the table – there was an array of sausage rolls, cocktail frankfurts, and chips, accompanied by iced chocolate doughnuts for dessert...
“Harvey, why are you so lazy and uncommunicative?” There was no answer eight-year-old Harvey could give without risking further reproof...
‘No, I do it Self!’ Annie declares defiantly as I scoop her dripping body out of the bath and bundle her in a towel. As I race towards her bedroom, large droplets plop from the tangled spaghetti of her hair...
As parents we are generally open to accepting that our toddlers provide us much opportunity to learn about ourselves. But what about when it comes to our own learning?...
The early morning sun streamed through the frosty glass of the spare room’s only window. The angle of the rays, coupled with the passage permitted by the gaping wooden slats of the attached blind, saw much of the light fall upon the computer work-station. It was radiant...
When asked what I would like to be when I grew up, I can’t say I actually aspired to being a divorcée, however glamorous it sounded, or, for that matter, a wicked stepmother...
Education or learning? ‘What are we doing to our kids? We have more benchmarks, more standardised basic skills tests, more objectives and progress checks, but many kids still don’t listen, don’t care, don’t respect authority...
Stubborn, pigheaded, defiant, oppositional, free-ranging, having a mind of their own, iron-willed, forceful, determined, hardheaded, free-spirited or just plain difficult...
Words have the power to destroy or heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change the world. Jack Kornfield...
The brave new world of computer-generated virtual-realities, blockbuster action films and violent video games has spawned many new industries, most reaping financial benefits many of us can only dream of...
According to my child-raising bible, a toddler’s security object is an important symbol of comfort, bridging the transition from Mummy’s arms into the big scary world...
“Children are not a job you can leave, or a country you can return from. No one can guarantee you a child who matches your imaginings. You will get what you’re given – and there’s no turning back.”*
After seven years of motherhood, I still grapple with the truth of this brutally honest fact. There’s no walking away when things get tough. There’s no resigning to look for another job, one that pays better or appreciates your worth. There’s usually no gratitude for all the sheer, dogged hard work you put in on a daily (and often nightly) basis. And sometimes there’s no one around to de-brief with when you’ve reached your limit and have resorted to screaming to make yourself heard!
* From The Divided Heart, Art and Motherhood by Rachel Power