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Feeling Scared and Being “Just” Mum

January 13, 2023July 11, 2016 by Elle Steer

Life lately is pretty hectic and pretty stressful, my Nana is seriously ill and my Dad has returned from living abroad for nearly 10 years as he is also ill having had a stroke. That teamed with every day life with two children, a house to run, a busy job, a musculoskeletal condition, school life and the fact that we head to France for a month in less than three weeks just makes for a very fuzzy head most of the time. I have this sense of urgency that seems like days and weeks and even months are streaking by and I feel almost like I am missing it. Like I want to grasp it with both hands, to freeze time and really appreciate every single moment before it has gone in an instant. Before my Little Ladies are another day older and I haven’t been fully present in the day. And now, well now I am about to make it even more complicated.

Sports Day and a First School Report {The Ordinary Moments #26}

January 13, 2023July 10, 2016 by Elle Steer

I walk across the field with little soft fingers gripping tightly to one hand, bags, chairs and picnic blanket weighing down the other as I will for those little legs to keep moving onwards to our destination. Not get innocently distracted by another flower to pick up for her sister, the dog that just ran past, the huge slide that given half the chance she runs to and climbs the steps despite being just too small for, or waving to the “pairplane” in the blue sky above.

Once a Mother Always a Mother

January 13, 2023June 8, 2016 by Elle Steer

Before I had children I thought parents had “time off”, that there were days or evenings when other people would look after their children and that they would feel like themselves again, like themselves somehow got lost along the way. Then I had a child, I became a mother and it isn’t the case at all, I changed forever the very moment this little person came into the world, I was now a mother and whether I had my children with me or or not, that never changes. I am still myself, just a different version of it. I will never ever be the same, I will never ever not be a mother. Not think about my children in everything I do. And for all the exhaustion, mummy guilt and worry that brings I would not change it for the world.