iBlog Friday is our weekly roundup of Aussie bloggers. These Aussie writers will take us through all the highlights and lowlights of their parenting adventure this past week, including more than one Christmas freakout, a new anniversary called ‘The Monthiversary’, making sense of dinnertime, a serious struggle to breastfeed, a mum who escapes to drink cocktails, car trips with kids, a longing for community and the retro home where books used to live – the library.
The winning blog will be posted on Monday. Until then, happy reading.
Rebecca McGregor of Mumma Tells makes a frank admission about motherhood in her post Why I'm a selfish mumma...and not afraid to admit it.
I've heard it said that there are actual chemical changes that occur after childbirth. Internal transformations within the brain, beginning the moment the baby is born. A physiological response to motivate a Mumma's attachment to their teeny tiny newcomer, which of course is key to a child's survival. I don't know whether it was supposed to be permanent, but in my experience it has been. On the day I gave birth, I became someone else. Someone's Mumma. I am no longer selfishly existing purely for and by myself. And that changed everything.
Read the rest of Rebecca's post here.
I remember the thought as it was born, “What if my world really had turned upside-down?". What if I could be the one to walk on this pure untouched ground for the first time? What if doorways were steps and lights extended from the ground up? What if this whole new, quiet, serene world had been laid out just for me ? It was like seeing everything for the first time. Everything looked beautiful and new and pure...everything seemed possible. I learnt in that moment that sometimes we need to turn our world upside-down just to see it for how it really is.
Read the rest of Kellie's post here.
Now that you’re running around, we can do so many more things and it makes me happy when you don’t have to be trapped in a stroller all the time. You hold your own in the backyard with the dogs, ride in your much loved bubble car and when it’s not too busy at the shops, you love strutting (yes STRUTTING) in while holding my hand. When there are two adults with you, you love to make sure you’re holding the hands of both. Occasionally, you’ll think it’s time to have a swing between us, but you never let us know in advance so you end up flopped on the floor a bit haha.
Read the rest of Keri's post here.
The demands for our achievement are now more complex than ever, and it seems that we are our own worst critics. Everything we do has to be achieved to a rewarding level. We should be satisfied with our careers. We should be satisfied with motherhood. My friends and colleagues speak solely of other women when they describe criticism for not breastfeeding. Criticism for having children in daycare. Criticism for their weight. Criticism for working full time, and criticism for being a stay at home mother. Men, it appears, couldn’t care less if we have a natural birth or c-section.