Mindful Motherhood Articles
Marianne Williamson said- “When a woman gives birth, two are born; a baby from the womb of its mother and a woman from the womb of her former existence.” Being a mother, in all its humanity, joy and frustration, is ultimately a celebration of a new you. You will never be the same after all ... Continue Reading »
It was one of those wet blustery days where if you own a pair of purple patent faux leather boots, you must wear them. I like purple, and I like shiny. Nobody loses when one wears such boots on a grey afternoon. So our family and my boots dashed in the rain from our car ... Continue Reading »
I was in the dollar store. Buying brightly coloured plastic landfill, and crying. Did everyone else feel like me? I looked around – it was hard to tell as they filled their shopping carts with crap. I held fart putty in one hand while tears streamed down my cheeks. Nothing was funny. My kids do ... Continue Reading »
Pick kids up from school- Check. Race over to health shop to get lemons, chia seeds, random health stuff and an afterschool on-the-run snack. Check. Hot-foot it to another school a few kilometers away, wander about an empty school trying to find the gym to sign up for a sport program that was in fact ... Continue Reading »
We go back and forth, we argue. Stern reminders fall on deaf ears. “I knoooooooooow, I’m gooooooooooooing”. Somehow one simple word becomes an entire essay. You would think we were asking the unaskable. Why this nightly ritual takes place is beyond me. For I don’t think there is another living soul who actually enjoys a ... Continue Reading »
I’ve never been good at math. All those questions about trains going certain speeds reaching destinations at 11:29am, then asking how many passengers ate peanut butter sandwiches between point A and Tz. Or the endless questions about triangles – they have 3 sides people!!! Isn’t that all I need to know? So what hope is ... Continue Reading »
My study is upstairs. Across from his room. His too busy with life room. Flung with rushing to the next thing room. The barely home room. Clothes too busy to pick up. A notice board with thick wads of paper, pay stubs and college forms. And then there is his music. His eclectic collection from ... Continue Reading »
Toe pointed toward the floor. Fingers soft, waiting. She thinks nobody is watching. She is wrong. She thinks she is alone to just try, give it a go. She is not. I spy from the kitchen doorway, glancing up occasionally trying not to be seen. The dial is turned louder, the music now bigger filling ... Continue Reading »
FREEZE – I wanted to scream. JUST STOP RIGHT THERE I was ready to yell. But didn’t. Instead, I breathed as much of it in as possible. A moment, an image, a gift. I stood in complete silence, fully present and totally grateful. A second or two later and it was gone. Poof- done. She, ... Continue Reading »
The Clothes Pin. How much better it is to carry wood to the fire than to moan about your life. How much better to throw garbage on the compost, or to pin the clean sheets on the line with a gray-brown wooden clothes pin! ~By Jane Kenyon. A 4th grade presentation. A poetry reading and ... Continue Reading »



















