author Emilie Leeks,

Our children bring so much love, so much joy, so much fun to our lives: on some days, parenting is good. Other days, no amount of love feels like enough to get you through, and the fun and laughter feel impossible to find. What I am...

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author Emilie Leeks,

"It's so hard as a parent. We work long hours with little support - whether that's all day at home, or heading into the office and then back again to continue with the work of parenting. There's too much to do (or we just want some alone time) so we go to bed late. And then 9 out of 10 times (if we're lucky!) our kids wake us multiple times in the night. Or if not that, then far earlier than we'd like. We're always on the back foot."

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author Emilie Leeks,

What I'm talking about here is acceptance. Not the resigning-myself-to-my-fate, doom-and-gloom sort of acceptance, but instead a hopeful, forward-looking, getting unstuck sort of acceptance. If I can sit, in those supremely challenging moments, with the feelings that come up for me ('this is impossible' 'nothing will ever change' 'I've wrecked my kids' - whatever it might be), but not be simultaneously faced with the burden of having to change it right now, I can find a little peace.

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author Emilie Leeks,

"When days are tough it can be almost impossible to move on and get back to a more serene state of mind. I know this for sure, because I used to get terribly bogged down when small things didn't go as planned. On bad days, I was really not fun to have around. Actually, if I'm honest, I got bogged down with the small stuff even when I was having a good day - huffing and complaining about the tiniest of things, and probably trying to find someone to blame for them, even when it really made no difference whatsoever to the price of fish."

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author Emilie Leeks,

"Lord but I am tired. I had planned a full hour of work this evening, once the kids were finally asleep. But instead I'm here at my desk, writing by the half light of the computer monitor, watching the words flow from my pen onto the page. I haven't written like this for a while. I've written some useful stuff, some pieces meatier than others, but the flow hasn't been there - something has been keeping me back."

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