Category Archives: Mental Health

Stopping to smell the roses

Train of thought prose. I particularly enjoy this style of writing and I hope you enjoy reading it.

In the journey of parenting, sometimes we are so busy rushing on to the next milestone, the next hurdle, the next TANTRUM that we forget to savour those sweet moments of nothingness or wonderful moments of cheerfulness.

I am still actively dealing with the health issues that took me of work this summer and being tired, easily run down, dealing with discomfort and the stress of not knowing why exactly I developed this makes parenting challenging to say the least. I have had the luxury this week of seeing the light in the eyes of my children more than once. The pleasure in the little things like pouches of freeze-dried apples, access to mummy’s watercolour pencils and expensive paper, The joy in their eyes in having received something made just for them by their Mummy.olaf


I painted them this Olaf, (sorry the picture is a little blurry)  and I am working on a TARDIS which my son has decided is for him. I am not a particularly talented painter but I enjoy creating and especially creating for others. When they were 2 I painted them a Kermit which they love. TARDIS in progress

Those roses….. This week I have stopped, I have stopped to take notice of the beautiful smiles on my children’s faces, of the joy they have in spending time with me (a precious commodity). I have stopped to take a moment to care for myself, my health. I have stopped to see just how much my loved ones care about me and my gentle and caring children.


Next week I plan to stop even more, to spend more moments simply aware of my surroundings. More showers where all I think about is exactly what I am doing in that moment. More meals without the background noise of the rest of my day. I might not succeed, and as with the theme of most of the rest of my posts on here, that is OK

And in the wise words of Theodore Roosevelt :

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”

This works in the past tense too, and is something that another wise person has reminded me of frequently and I struggle to accept in many spheres of my life, because of course, regret is easy. The moment is more difficult but when we learn to appreciate the moment, the rest gets easier too.