October 2018

The Mother Side / 2018 / October

"Stress is the space between where we are, and where we think we should be" I heard this quote the other day and it really hit home to me that stress is often if not ALWAYS linked to the expectations that we have of ourselves or others. It doesn't matter what the situation, when we are feeling stressed it is because we are expecting too much from ourselves or others in the moment. It might be that there are external factors that are challenging us, but the expectation we then have of...

It is time to vote for our winning poem! Firstly, we want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone that entered their poems! We had to shortlist our top ten but we will be sharing all the submitted poems after the competition ends! We hope you enjoyed putting pen to paper and getting creative! We really loved reading all of your poems – we have some super talented poets in the group! 🙂 Soooooo now it’s time to choose your winning poem! We have shortlisted our top ten favourites which we have published HERE. Please read them all and...

When I started The Mother Side I had a vision of creating a global support network and community for Mums. It was a HUGE vision and I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I knew it needed to be done. Because there was and still is not enough support out there for women as they embark on the biggest journey of their lives: the journey from pregnancy to parenthood and beyond. I had learned through my work as a counsellor and antenatal teacher, as well as my...

Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? I really don’t need any more My evening treat before bedtime And now there are crumbs on the floor Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? Perhaps it’s because I’m so tired Constantly juggling and cleaning up mess My kids might just have to be fired Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? They’re the only thing getting me through a day of washing and tidying Never-ending this list of ‘to-do’ Why can’t I stop eating biscuits while breastfeeding baby in bed? She just doesn’t seem to be settling ...

Too old, is what people will say Too old to want mummy kisses for a hurt Too old for comforting with some golden milk Too old to come into my bed at night But as I look down on your sleeping face My heart skips a beat and my eyes weep Too small, is what I want to say Too small to want to walk ahead of me Too small to decide you don't need my hand Too small to fall asleep alone So I'll hold you a little closer for...

Here you are, my precious child, The one who stole my heart. You’re not the first, you are the last, The missing family part. Your brother, Was once as small as you, The days are in the past Your Sister, Was once our baby girl She is growing up too fast. Stop now child, And let me stare, I’m not ready for you to grow. Time has snatched, The days gone by, And I want to take things slow. I’ll hold you close, A little longer, So I can enjoy your smell. Close...

I've fed you here, I've fed you there I've fed you when you pulled my hair In a bed, on a chair At the beach, with sand everywhere Kensington palace, London town Not once have we received a frown In the garden, on a plane With feeding, for us, there is no shame Posh restaurants or cooking dinner Mummy's milk always a winner In the car, at the zoo Its the most natural thing to do You've pinched me, bit me, Scratched me, hit me Loved me, cuddled me, Snuggled me, kissed me Sometimes easy, sometimes hard But...