The Mama Perspective

Motherhood and Maternal Wellbeing

  • 3 Life Lessons I’m Teaching My Two Boys

    I recently wrote about things my second son has taught me and I’ve also talked about the ways my eldest has sparked light into my life too. So, it got me thinking – what do I teach them?

    Always be yourself

    I remember growing up, I tried so hard to “be liked” at times. From what I’d wear, how I’d do my hair, what I thought I had to be. But luckily, I realised, probably the hard way, that being someone you’re not won’t grant you a happy life. Though, I was also bullied for just trying to be myself in high school, so it goes without saying, trying to “fit into” this world is hard. But that’s the lesson – don’t try to fit in. You find your own place of where you’re supposed to be and the best people to be around.

    So something I’m teaching myself as well as my boys is – to always be authentic. They’re in the world for a reason, and what better way to spend life in it than shining like the beautiful boys they really are. I don’t just mean their handsome little faces, I mean everything they do – the way they learn, smile, giggle, want to play… whatever makes them happy and want to run up to me and their daddy with excitement – never stop.

    Jack has only been in the world for four months, whilst Freddy has been part of it for over four years now. But still, each of my boys do and will continue to have their own ways of shining. I’m not saying this because I’m their mum, I really do mean it. Right now, Freddy, my little sensitive soul, the boy who amazes me with his cleverness and heart – he made me want to be a mum all over again.

    I can’t emphasise enough how each and every thing he does is making him into the little boy that he is today. Without him, our lives would be a lot less heavy on the reminder of being who you want to be.

    Always be kind

    Being kind costs nothing. And I know he’s my son – but Freddy is one of the kindest boys I know. Yes, at times he gets frustrated if he doesn’t get his own ways but he still shows so many acts of kindness in his own little ways. He shares his scooter in the playground with his friends, his ice pops (and wow, does he love ice pops!), hugs someone if they’re upset etc.

    He’s gentle with his baby brother – whoever he hears Jack cry, he’ll tell him “It’s okay” and rock him, or want to help with making a bottle or changing his nappy. And with me and his daddy too – he’ll try his best to comfort us if he sees that we’re upset.

    Be courageous

    I’ll always encourage Freddy to speak up, try new things, stand up for what he knows is right, and not let fear hold him back. Like I said earlier, I’m a big believer in being yourself and being kind which are often ways to show bravery in a real world. Let’s be honest – kids aren’t always nice, he’s bound to hear name calling and I dread the day if I ever hear he’s being bullied. I want both Freddy and Jack, when they are older, to be able to stand up for themselves.


    Some days, my boys might not feel like themselves, or want to be nice to someone who’s been mean to them but I’ll always try my hardest to remind them of all the reasons to be.

    It’s sad that sometimes, people won’t be nice in this world. I’ve witnessed adults judging children as well as other adults around them. But I want my boys to now that – funny looks, opinions, nothing, should ever stop them from being who each of them want to be.

  • What My Second Child Has Taught Me 

    When I had my first baby, I thought I had learned everything there was to know about motherhood. I’m taking about the sleepless nights, the feeds, the routines, the constant worrying. But then came Jack, my second child, my youngest son – and he’s shown me that there’s always more to learn.

    At 16 weeks old, he’s already taught me more than I ever expected. Not just about babies and how there’s never one the same as the other, but about myself.

    Letting go of perfection

    With my first, I felt like everything had to be just right – the perfect schedule, tracking feeds, the ideal routine. With Jack, I’ve learned that listening to his needs rather than other people, even some healthcare professionals, is better for both of us. I’m softer with myself this time. I try not to rush things so much and I’m kinda sad that time seems to be going even faster this time round. 

    Slowing down

    Jack has shown me the beauty in slowing down. Those quiet feeds in the middle of the day when it’s just us two, when the house is asleep and he’s lay beside me in his Moses basket – it’s like time pauses. I missed those moments the first time, always racing to get to the next thing. Now, I linger a bit more.

    Watching two brothers bond

    Watching Jack and Freddy together has been one of the best moments of this stage. The gentle touches, Freddy rocking Jack to sleep, the way Jack lights up when he hears Freddy’s voice it’s a kind of magic I didn’t expect. Freddy has surprised us quite a bit, he’s taken to the change of a new family member well and he loves to help with nappy changes, bottles etc. 


    My second born has taught me that I can do this again – that I am doing it. And maybe even doing it better, even if it’s not always easy. Every little hand (finger) hold fills my heart every day.

    Motherhood has a way of testing your confidence and self-esteem, but this time around, I’d like to believe those two have been a little kinder to me.

  • Mum Life: Surviving or Thriving?

    Are you a mum who’s trying to do it all? Everything that a mum does can often be overlooked. If we stopped doing everything, would it then be noticed more?

    I don’t think you can ever really pause when you’re a mum. There’s always something that needs to be done and if you’re like me – your mind runs overdrive making a mental note of everything to tick off for the day, week, or month!

    Right now, things are going pretty well as a mum to two boys. I’m still learning more about myself in this second postpartum period and it isn’t 100% easier but it’s better in certain ways. Though, there’s this expectation that “…because you’ve done it before” it’s better? It’s nicer in some ways, knowing how that each child is different – wanting to be comforted in their own way, different sleep patterns, and sleep schedules. But it’s not a walk in the park. It’s about consistency and trying your best.

    Luckily my 15 week old baby is a good sleeper. I probably shouldn’t have typed that as I’ll be cursed now. But on the whole, I manage to get a good night’s sleep and it’s cute when me, him, and his little brother wake up together in the mornings. And daddy too of course, but sometimes Freddy wants his spot in “mummy and daddy’s bed.” I’m reminding myself that one day he won’t to, so I’ll take his presence, so close, right now.

    More emotions

    The other night I cried, again. I’ve been having a few episodes recently where everything feels heavy. I can’t change what each day brings – that’s motherhood with two boys for you. But I know I can change how I react and know when it’s time to accept that I need some time to myself. The problem is wanting to take the break or getting stressed out about how one is even possible.

    Then my husband reminded me he’s here.

    Okay, obviously I know he’s here. But it was a reminder more in terms of letting him do more when he can. He works hard, he has more patience that me mostly when our four year old is a lot some days. But still, he doesn’t want to be pushed aside.

    I’ve told myself that I have to do things a certain way because if I don’t, Jack might not sleep well at night. In my head I think to myself “We’ve got a good thing going, what if change ruins it?

    I’m talking the way he likes to go to sleep, the way he plays in the day, the way he looks when he wants his dummy, the way he holds my finger to know he’s safe. I don’t want to miss any of it. So, when someone tells me to take a break, half of me feels like I would break and that’s not me being dramatic.

    I’m a maternal mum, very much the type to give lots of love and cuddles but I’m also a real mum. I cry, I laugh, I get frustrated, I say sorry, I get tired, I can’t wait for my kids to go to sleep, then I stare at them once they do.

    Time to myself

    My “break” right now, is at the end of the day. When the house is sitting peacefully, everything’s been tidied and cleaned because I always say “Tidy house, tidy mind,” honestly it’s a thing!

    Maybe it should be more, I don’t know. But at the moment, there aren’t many ways around it.

    I’m going to the hairdressers this month for the first time in four months and I cannot wait. A bit of me time plus doing something that might make me feel better about how I look, will help me surely. Danny even said, “I’m not taking you to the hairdressers this weekend.” And I wasn’t even mad because straight away I knew he meant, “You can have a little walk to and from the bus stop, and little to music from your AirPods during the journey.”

    That might sound like nothing to some people, but for me, this mum right here – it means so much. And music always helps to relax me or make my mood more upbeat.

    So, yeah, it turns out I’m surviving and thriving depending on the day!


    Are you a mum who’s ever felt this way? What have you learned to do to help yourself?

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