Mum, All that I am, I owe to you. The good bits I mean, The stuff that’s true. The things that come naturally, To love, to care. To be the one Who is always there. For others. And it’s fair to say, It’s not easy Carrying on some days. You do your best And that’s what I do. Faithful to that part of you. Am I’m glad, I work as hard as I do To be the best me Thank god for you. A Poem by Lena Britnell #Poetry #SelfExpression #Motherhood

When I was pregnant I developed a painful condition given a name which doesn’t really do it justice – symphysis pubis dysfunction (SPD) or pelvic girdle pain (PGP). The ligaments holding my pelvis together became too relaxed and the resulting movement of my joints caused pain daily from around 5 months antenatally until around 3 months post-partum. In seeking help and advice, I spoke with my midwife, a chiropractor, numerous obstetrics registrars and several physiotherapists

I just wanted to share with you the words of a famous poet that I have always appreciated but never really understood until the last few years. Perhaps because I have now become a parent myself, perhaps I just never saw these words from the other point of view but they are an interesting and provoking read from either the perspective of a child or parent to me now. I hope they resonate with you too. On Children - Khalil Gibran. Image taken from http://heartfulart.com/ #Mother

Are you like me, tiring of politics and changing the channel to avoid Trump and of course the endless Brexit to-ing and fro-ing? Were you ever interested in politics or just meh? I have been known to have my opinions about certain issues, at points in my life, but have to admit I pretty much take my vote for granted. Despite being interested in women's and human rights, the strongest emotion I can muster about most of today's political dramas is thorough disinterest. I've ju