This gallery contains 2 photos.Yesterday was a shocker. I couldn't pinpoint the source; exhaustion? hormones? By breakfast time, I found myself in a puddle in my fella's arms sobbing about our relocation from London and missing, I mean truly heartbreakingly missing, my London friends. I crave a day with my eccentric, creative, daring, quirky, talented buddies and their wee sprogs....In fact, this post wasn't supposed to bang on so much about my emotional rollercoaster yesterday. In fact, this post wasn't supposed to bang on so much about my emotional rollercoaster yesterday. It was merely intended to illustrate that mothers can struggle. Not all mothers, but a lot of mothers. And not all the time, but a lot of the time, or sometimes or whatever the case may be. We struggle with identity, self-fulfillment, self-belief, career, motivation. It is a shared experience. I simply wanted to say that yesterday I was having one of those days, and at the end of it, quite by chance, a dear friend sent me this email: "You have to visit this website and read everything on it...xxxx... www.themothermovement.com.au" And there it is. A website dedicated to mothers. Not a sappy, irritating, we're taken for granted kind of website. But an empowering, I've been there, let's bring women together and be powerful and acknowledge that sometimes this mother business is dull, sometimes we lose ourselves, lose who we are under the mother skin, sometimes we really struggle to make time for ourselves. Just go to it and read it. It speaks for itself.
Hello!I'm Miranda Barber. I’m all sorts of things, but currently, first and foremost a mum. Mid-second pregnancy, my family relocated from London to Melbourne via Vietnam. A rollercoaster. As a dear friend of mine so eloquently puts it: "As a mum of two you have two choices: you can either look good or feel good but you can't have both." Too right. This is an observational blog of life's car crashes and quirks on this huge learning curve. You're welcome here.
- I left my kids in the car
- Pinworms – a squirmy story
- A return from the land of Lost Perspective.
- M-M-Mirena. Contraception or chaos?
- Thirty-three Things I Want my Daughter to Know.
- I can do this
- Waiting for the bombshell
- I could do better.
- Boob or Bust! I’ll breastfeed my son until WE are good and ready.
- Gluten Free Food
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