“Look, look!”, my son called out enthusiastically one morning.
We were in the backyard and he saw a beautiful butterfly fluttering around our orange tree.
He was so excited, like a toddler normally is when they see something interesting or new.
I turned to look and exclaimed, “Isn’t it beautiful?”
But he continued, repeating: “Look, look!!”.
Then I realised what he needed me to say: “It’s a butterfly!
What my son needed, was for me to name this beautiful creature.
This need for us to name things…to understand things, allows us to understand ourselves and others.
It helps us create meaning in our lives.
Are you feeling fine one minute and then overwhelmed and crying the next?
Are you able to name what you may be feeling right...
I’m curious – how are you feeling in this moment? Are you happy, sad, frustrated, excited, angry, resentful, optimistic?
Honestly, in this moment, I’m feeling down and as crappy as it feels, I know it’s not permanent.
I know I can choose a different thought, which will give me a different feeling. I don’t have to stay feeling down.
The following quote by Glennon Doyle, the author of Love Warrior (if you haven’t read it – I recommend it!) helps me to have some acceptance around how I’m feeling right now:
“You are not supposed to be happy all the time. Life hurts and it’s hard. Not because you’re doing it wrong, but because it hurts for everybody. Don’t avoid the pain. You need it. It’s meant for you. Be still with it, let it come, let it go, let it leave you with the fuel you’ll burn to get your work done on this earth.”
I know it’s not always easy to get yourself out of a...
Let’s be honest.
I thought I was going to be an awesome mum...
Then I had a baby...
Now the honest truth...after having my daughter, I did feel like I had things under control. My first born was a regular feeder, but I knew once she was in bed, she would sleep until her next feed.
She never woke up before her next feed... I felt in control...I was smashing it!
I trusted her sleep routine so much that on one occasion I made a split second decision.
It was the night I woke up around 3 o'clock in the morning to find my husband not in bed. That evening, he was at a Bucks night in the city and I was worried he hadn't come home. I called his mobile - he answered, panting...out of breath (?!)
I was still half asleep, not sure what to make of it: "Where are you?".
"Running’, he said - like it was the most...