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TreasuringMoms
Some are born with influence. And others deliberately take it on. Yet others have it imposed upon them. Some people do it without even realizing or underestimate it. Nations have…
A Mother’s Plea for Help: Hey! Where is my Parenting Manual?
The overwhelming realization when your first baby arrives is this: That despite all the books you read, the ante-natal classes you attended, the YouTube videos you watched, or the online…
The Motherhood Dilemma of Keeping Up Appearances
Sometimes there are things we mothers keep very quiet. Like when we have a parenting fail. It’s so hard to admit our mistakes, and yet it happens. Like it or…
Do You Know Who You Are, Really? Your Birth Song Has Answers
What triggers for you when you think about your identity . . . Who are you really? Usually it comes down to answering the what, where and why of who…
20 Ways to Rock at Being Mother [20]: Every Mother Prays
Some days it’s all you can do to get through. I know. Every mother prays. That’s what I did when my son, Joseph, was born. While I didn’t write this…
20 Ways to Rock at Being a Mother [19]: Treasure the Moment
One thing is certain – your time with your children is limited. This is why every mother should take time to treasure the moment. You simply do not know what…
Teens and Screens, and 7 Things Learnt
Recently, a friend of mine – let’s call her Donna – told me about her battle. Not a battle with her weight. Or with her husband; or even with her…
20 Ways to Rock at Being a Mother [18]: Wise as a Serpent and Gentle as a Dove
To be wise as a serpent and gentle as a dove is something Jesus told his friends when he was encouraging them as they went into a world that was…
Things to Do to Avoid Crazy School Holidays
Do you love school holidays? The winter school holiday period is about to begin in the Southern Hemisphere. And the summer break is just around the corner in the Northern.…
20 Ways to Rock at Being a Mother [17]: Let Go of Your Children
One morning at our kindergarten, when it was my turn to be a volunteer helper, I watched with fascination as a mother and son, “Billy”, went through their farewell ritual.…
