In a world of social media-influenced gentle parenting.. stop. Not stop trying. Not stop caring. Just… stop. Pause. Breathe.  Look around. Because somewhere over the last four or five years, gentle parenting has gone from a genuinely supportive framework to a full-blown buzzword - a performance, a pressure point, and a measuring stick that so many of us feel like we’re constantly failing to live up to. I work with parents and caregivers a lot and, and, I am one. In my day to

No one told me that motherhood would be one of the most  confronting mirrors I’d ever stand in front of. I thought I was here to guide, protect, teach. And I am. But what I didn’t expect was how much they  would teach me  - not just about love or patience, but about the parts of me I had buried deep down and tried to forget. It happens in the smallest moments. When my child hesitates before asking a question, challenging my boundary or having big emotions,, like they’re afrai

When you become a mum, suddenly, the person you were before feels a bit like a fever dream. It’s not that I want to be her, but I do miss her.. And that’s ok.  I felt so sure of who I was before I had kids - I was still young and had big dreams. I was a Child and Youth Counsellor starting her career, we had just bought a house; y’know, we did all the things. My big dreams wouldn’t be achieved, though, until I became a mum. I had images of what it meant to be a mum, being the