Mariet

Today has been a reflective day. Motherhood, life. faith.  I often think about the sweetest moments with my girls. They stay with me. The other day... It was that typical young child/toddler thing where you’re busy with something, then all of a sudden it occurs to you that the house is eerily quiet.  Then I heard ear-piercing squeals of delight! I went looking for my two girls and found them in the shower box together, where they were rubbing each others’ foamy, goopy hair, sporting mischievous grins on their faces. It would appear that they had located the shampoo bottle! I couldn’t be angry about it. It just meant a much earlier bath than I had planned. They were just so  cute  together .  My mum always said it was the loveliest thing ever when my sisters and I were kids and all she could hear was laughter and chatter. It’s certainly true for me. Although motherhood in itself is incredibly rewarding, a few months ago I decided to do some volunteering for a couple of organi

Another blog post? So soon! Yes, I've had some thoughts brewing and think it's time they came out! In my last post I talked a bit about how I’ve felt such a stirring from God to make each day count. Before, I didn’t really think much of getting to the end of the day without really helping anyone. Yeah, I helped people sometimes, but I didn’t seek out opportunities to help. If someone asked me for help, I would have happily obliged. But, that’s not enough, is it? I want to be proactive. I want to be a do-er. I don’t want to procrastinate or hide from what I feel God is asking me to do. If I feel a strong conviction about something, I want to get in there and do my bit. Some people go through life rather silently and fearfully and they never actually do anything to make a positive difference in the world. I feel like I’ve been one of those people. I feel like I’ve been asleep and have just woken up, as well as frozen in fear but it’s been melting around me the last few mon

Hello! It's been a little while, but I believe in pondering, and I have to do a sufficient amount of pondering before I can turn my tangled thoughts into something that makes sense to you all! So, for those of you who read my poetry post, you’ve probably gathered that I am a lover of words. When I’m listening to a song, I’m really listening to the words. My husband will testify to that… When we’re in the car and the music is playing, after a while he will say to me, “Are you in your faraway land again?” I’m transported to some other place, mulling over the words. And if the lyrics are awful, in my opinion, not even an amazing melody can save it! There are some songs (and their lyrics) that are really close to me and have a special place in my heart, and I’ve decided that I’ll tell you about one of them… After having my first daughter, I really felt a storm brewing. In fact, it was already raging in my head shortly after her birth. In those fragile first few days, I was

Another day, another epic battle with a three-year-old (nearly 4!). How hard is it to put socks on?? Agghhh.  Being a mum is hard. I never knew quite how hard it would be. I had no clue. When I was expecting Little Miss B, my first child, I knew there would be sleep deprivation and lots of it. As soon as she was born, I knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t talk to her, I just held her, numb and unfeeling. The whole process was traumatic for me. Something in me had snapped. I just stared at her. She was beautiful. But there wasn’t the connection I thought there would be. This long-awaited baby was finally in my arms and I didn’t feel much. When we were home again, I had a lot of help from my family. They bathed her, burped her, changed her nappies, held her in the night so I could sleep between feeds. But sleep wouldn’t come. I had just gone through labour and birth and I was tired, so so tired. I tried to close my eyes and get some rest, but every little noise had me on hype