Let go of the oars

I like me a good mantra. I've made no secret of the fact that anxiety has plagued me since becoming a mama. My anxiety hasn't been the debilitating variety - the kind that makes a person afraid to leave their child unattended while napping lest they stop breathing, or terrified to drive with their kids …

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How The Beatles Got By with a Little Help from a Mama

I have rather eclectic taste when it comes to music - Oasis, Alicia Keyes, Calvin Harris, Bon Jovi, Nickelback (KIDDING!), Jay-Z, Tim McGraw, U2, Walk Off the Earth, Elton John.  You get the idea - it's a mishmash.  On the rare occasion that I get to go somewhere in my car without my little maniacs, …

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Not forty. Thirty-ten.

I've been a member of a club for almost a decade now.  There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I've really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times.  In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a …

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And it’s me for the small win!

Here in Canada, we're known for a few things. Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot...just to name a few, eh? We're also known for our public health care system.  It's pretty impressive.  This isn't going to be a post about it, but it's where today's musings got started. In my lovely province, …

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A civilized birth? Why there’s simply no such thing! Or is there…?

8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self. Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can't stop inhaling her.  I can't get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are …

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