Diary of a Yogic Mummy

The role of Mummy... what are we really supposed to be? Sometimes I feel like I am supposed to live up to ALL of the expectations of not only my children but of my parents and society too. What if we can just be happy to be the Mummy that we are? I am not my Mummy and never will be . I have echoes of my childhood in me, I teach my children to be polite, honest, say please and thankyou, wash their hands before they eat, do their homework .... I am trying to teach them life values and some basic life skills - cooking, eating healthy, reading to expand the mind, keeping clean, the value of money and working hard. Biut I am also teaching them to sing, laugh, dance freely in the garden, express themselves openly with respect.... I am not however a great stay at home all the time Mummy - I love my children and will always love them but I am not the Mummy that is constantly behind and with their children. Its just not me nor my role. I believe that I can still be me, a woman, a huma

Its the Summer Holidays but tan aside Ihav to say I have not really had a chance to notice My poor children are left a little to their own devices - although with a large garden, a pool, a trampoline and enough DVDs to start a shop I have to say they haven't noticed! It is height of seaso in our gites, the garden is looking splendid, its hot and yes I am practicing daily as well as running, swimming and cycling so not just working but boy am I working too! So many things happening at the moment I could soooooo do with assistance. Christian is ably helping in the gites of course but I need someone to take hold of ly life and go charlotte its ok I will do this for you.... will you? really? I cry tears in my eyes.... then I wake up :)))))) Anyway daily I kiss my increasingly tanned and in my eyes beautiful children and marvel at what I have created daily I thank God for the special gifts and challenges he has given me daily I sent out love.... after all its all we can d