I want to be that mother who can stand up and say I am a strong confident mother and I know what is best for my children. We breastfeed and co sleep, We listen, We include, We eat chocolate and snot smoothies, we trampoline and grow frogs, we sling, we carry and we try and understand and work with our children without resorting to punishments, threats or coercion.

Wednesday, 7 November 2018

This Woman. This Mother

How ironic that on my birthday I will be spending the day with the woman who gave birth to me as she goes to an appointment that will likely tell us that pretty soon she won't remember who I am.

This woman who gave birth to me, who will definitely not remember she has the appointment or that it's my birthday or that it's such a significant day for all of us.

This woman who is slowly forgetting, slowly declining, slowly disappearing into herself.

This woman who is becoming more tactile and grateful for my presence and who will soon forget all her criticising and her Jewish Mother guilt.

This woman who I've attributed most of my neurosis to and my naturally smooth skin and whose relationship with myself I've analyzed extensively and who has provided my blog with many a crazy story.

This woman who made me this strong, determined, neurotic, anxious, wild and fun woman.

This woman. This mother. This woman. My mother, My mum.

💜 Happy Birthing Day Mum 💜

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