With the arrival of winter I’ve been feeling a little weary. Perhaps burnt-out would be a better term to use. My almost-two-year-old is still breastfeeding and it feels like he’s taking all my stores. And so I’ve upped my iron intake and I’m taking twice-daily doses of liquid gold. If anything it’s a reminder that I need to take good care of myself. This reminds me of something this inspiring lady once said. “Mothers constantly look after the people around them and far too often they forget about themselves. I realised when I was a mother of three young children that I had to start looking after myself otherwise I wouldn’t be able to Mother”. It was something along those lines. Inspiring all the same.

The weather has been gloomy of late, small snippets of sunshine poking through to tease us out from our homes. Yes winter is here but it’s still not that cold. Just a little chilly. The ocean is still warm and nice to dip our toes in.

I’m enjoying the rhythm of the season. The slow days and the early nights. Also the wider eyes and faster feet of Ché. We explore together now. Wandering, digging, making peppermint and mud pies on the verandah. It’s special. I think I’m finally adjusting to motherhood – looking after a family and a home. It’s peaceful here right now. The little one quietly plays, the Dada hums to the music and I potter and bake. There’s blooms on the table and beautiful scents filling the air. Despite the tiredness I feel nourished and nurtured. Life is just as it should be.