Archive for the PARENTING WITH SOUL Category
Love and loss
The morning after my first daughter was born, my father came to visit us at the hospital. He brought a stuffed Winnie the Pooh toy for his new granddaughter. I loved that, especially because I remember Dad reading Pooh Bear stories to me when I was little. He did the voices so well. It’s one [...]
The wise night owl and the easy sleeper
I do wonder who is raising whom, sometimes. My elder child is a night owl (or “night hour”, as she would say). Sleep has never come easily for her; she seems to fight it, and we’ve wrestled through many long evenings with her bouncing out of bed and up the hallway time and time again. I [...]
Love and loss
In the Dec 11/Jan 12 issue of Melbourne’s Child, I write about what it was like to be struck by grief from two directions just after my first child was born. The morning after my first daughter was born, my father visited us at the hospital. He brought a stuffed Winnie the Pooh toy for [...]
Smug mum – are you one?
Smug, smug, smug – it’s one of those words that the more you say it, the stranger it sounds. What is it about human nature that means we feel better about ourselves when we hear about someone else getting it wrong? It’s why gossip magazines sell in the millions, pushing sales with pictures of celebrities [...]
Parenting with Soul nominated for award
I feel like a proud parent. Indeed I am one of those all the time these days, but this week I’m particularly chuffed to announce that my book, Parenting with Soul, has been nominated for the Kibble Literary Awards.
Being perfect, being present and breaking down the barriers
I’ve just put three new videos about the ideas behind Parenting with Soul up on YouTube. They’re seriously short (less than a minute each) and each will give you a taste of soul: check them out.
Do we have a blinkered view of our children?
Sometimes I think all children have double identities. There’s the ‘at home’ child, the one the parents know and love, and there’s the ‘out in the world’ child, the one that the rest of us see. Here’s what I mean.
