Reminders, and a poem about the balance, changes you go through when becoming a mummy/parent!

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I wrote the following poem a few months back after joining a poetry writing group for mums. Since the beginning of this pandemic (when I started writing poetry) most of my poetry was written about Covid and nature.

When I started writing about motherhood, it made me think of the changes you go through when becoming a parent. But also the pure joy and unconditional love that you have for your children.

Parenting is hard, its rewarding its full of surprises, its a pick & mix of emotions: and throwing a pandemic on top of it all? Well. But the laughs from your little people, their little funny ways tugs at those heart strings like nothing else. And you would do ANYTHING for them..

I often sit back & watch my 4 & 2 year old girls playing, to absorb those precious, precious moments, that flash by in an absolute heartbeat! Savouring the simple moments, that you will never get back. Hugging them to pieces: without the rushing about and before they tell you to ‘get off’.

If I’ve learned anything, its to stop trying to be a perfect parent (thats impossible), enjoy every moment and doing the best ‘you’ can is the very best ‘you’ can ever do.


Poem:

Reminders

I often look at the bride beaming down
from the canvas photo –
two stone lighter, a wife,
running enthusiast: not yet a mummy.
I often look at my tummy; it sits like a bag of wheat,
my thighs dimpled like an orange.
I often look at my ashen roots,
reflecting every bit of my years.
I often look at how I indulge in chocolate,
A withered flower blowing with those gales

The beaming bride? two stone lighter,
but gaining two of the most
precious gifts to run after.
My bag of wheat? Two beautiful little cakes were created.
My ashen roots? life doesn’t stand still
and there’s no cheating that
(a trip to the hairdressers does pretty well!).
My chocolate craving?
a tired mummy, lockdown mummy, craves that chocolate:
In a lower gear –
while sipping that obligatory glass of gin & tonic.

Reminders of life. A wife.
A mummy. Lockdown
and my birthing tummy.


So heres a toast to you as a parent, the juggling act that goes along with it & ‘YOU’ are enough.

Have a beautiful day, savouring those moments with your little blossoms & also being kind to yourself during the processπŸ™πŸ’–

Atlantic Coast Ireland and Those Sunset Walks…

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I wrote the following mindful/reflective poem using the writing prompt ‘tranquil paradise’! It was such a lovely prompt to work with: as it transported me back to when my hubbie and I were on hols in my homeplace in Ireland with our girls. We would do nightly sunset walks along the beach – when our girls were tucked up in bed back in nana & grandads. The beach was a stone throw away and it was such a lovely evening ritual. I grew up in this place & now realise how much I took it for granted.

With lockdown we haven’t been back home since last summer. But we’ll be back again within the next few months (all going well πŸ˜‰)


Poem

Sunset walks

Atlantic Coast of Ireland and
Those daily sunset walks –
Shimmers on the salty sea
Gold glistens as we talk
A Gentle breeze grazing my cheeks,
Sounds of swishing waves
Tranquil paradise: I dip my
Toes and splash away.
Feathers float in setting skies
Horizon mixed with glows
On a shore where I grew up
Such beauty as it shows
Surfers surf in paradise like
Dolphins play with waves
Serene sunset, Atlantic Coast
Sunset walks, those summer days


Have a lovely day and keep writing – it really is good for the soul πŸ™πŸ’«!



Mental health awareness week, soaking up the outdoors and a poem on kindness!

Hello you!

As it comes to the end of ‘mental health awareness week’ (mental health foundation UK – a very worthy foundation) and its promotion on connecting more with nature, I reflect on the importance of this awareness. I feel a strong connection to nature and it is so beneficial to my mental wellbeing – especially throughout these uncertain times that ‘you’ and I find ourselves in. I’ve connected vastly with the outdoors throughout this pandemic.

It sounds so simple and it is: stepping outside, soaking up the outdoors and all that beauty – while getting a good blast of fresh air in the process! I know the thoughts sometimes seem harder than the actual doing! But ‘you’ start to reap the benefits from doing so…

Onto that lovely word called ‘kindness’

I shared the following poem about being kind as one of my first blog posts (I’m 2 months blogging now, so still a newbie πŸ˜‰), and I’m sharing it with you again. With it being ‘mental health awareness week’ I think ‘kindness’ is so important and how a little bit goes such a long way. Its one of the first poems I wrote when I first started writing poetry during this pandemic.


Poem:

Thank you, it’s nice to be kind

A gentle smile, a heartfelt word, clears the cloud from my mind:
lifting me out of the darkest of places ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind.
A little text with those words ‘I’m here’ travels the length of the earth –
the racing mind slowly calms from every word and its worth.

In a world portraying so much anger yet still has so much beauty –
spreading kindness every day is undoubtedly everyone’s duty.
Be kind you say, how hard is this in a world with so much confusion?
kindness helps one another, without the fear and intrusion.

To someone in need a simple hello or even a chat over tea –
is the greatest gift for a person to thrive and also to somewhat feel free.
A withered flower blossom’s again and is no longer blind.
Lifting me out of the darkest of places, ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind.

Bernie Egerton June 2020


Kindness is so easy

Little gestures – heartfelt words

The ‘kind’ that matters

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Thank ‘you’ for taking the time to read my post πŸ’–πŸ™. Be gentle and kind with yourself; may it be filled with lovely walks/jogs/cycles (whatever you enjoy) kindness and surrounded by the beauty of loved ones and nature 🌲🌱🌻

Have a beautiful day and keep smiling – you’ve got this πŸ™πŸ’«

Do you feel a sense of connection to nature?


Soaking up the beauty of nature πŸƒ


Family πŸ’– – outdoor adventures with our busy bees πŸ₯°

πŸ’–πŸ’–

Random acts of kindness can be so ‘powerful’…

It can be random, but so powerful at the same time. Have you ever been ready to buy a parking ticket then someone comes along, and hands you theirs as they leave? Or any type of little acts of kindness? It can be the simple little gestures that really touches you in such a heartfelt way.

During one of my walks recently, I happened to come across this beautiful little tree that was bursting with joy – filled with lots of lovely toys from children, crochet gifts and for anyone to take away if they needed to. It really did put a big smile on my face.

Throughout a time of great sadness in our world, its the little thoughtful things like this that can brighten your day and give ‘you’ that little bit of a lift and to show there is so much ‘kindness’ out there!


Like a little fairy tree πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

A little crochet gift to brighten your day πŸ’—

Adorable πŸ’›

We all need a little lift and kindness to each other goes such a long way, no matter how big or small. Its the simple little things in life.


Love a cherry blossom tree 🌸

Haiku

Look at shining stars
Twinkling in darkened crisp skies
Small lights of power


Stay safe, be kind, keep smiling, look out for each other and lift each other up ❀.


If Life Throws You Lemons..Bite Them! Leave the Lemonade Aside For Now!

So as the famous saying goes (no need to repeat it, as you know it quite well!!) I started saying it to my husband one day when this lockdown malarkey was losing its novelty. He quickly turned around, stopped me in my tracks, and as calm as you like said “bite the f*****s”πŸ˜¬πŸ‹!! Well. It fairly brought me down from my unicorn clouds with a bang (will leave them to my two little girls)

Now, I’m not saying its a great motto to stick by. Sometimes ‘you’ just have to ‘bite’ those tangy, yellow oval fruits and see where those sour pulps and pips end up!

During Covid (I know) you find yourself at times giving the inspiration a little nudge and are like “pass me the gin”🍸. Lemons are great companions along with whatever tipple ‘you’ enjoy (In moderation, especially when you’re a mummy, otherwise, being Irish you’d drink the bottle).

Sometimes you just have to turn daunting situations into ‘humour’, to work through those sour pimpled bad boys. Until you work with them, slice them and put them into a glass of whatever gets you through those days,Β  when all you want to do is have a good old cry and a gin..

So…

When life throws

you lemons…

Bite them!

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