My son’s foot is white, my foot is brown, my mum’s foot is white, my grandfather’s foot is brown. Why does it matter and what does it mean in Australia?
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I am privileged, I am not indigenous, I do not want to say that I understand what BIPOC people are experiencing or that I am hard done by. I do not want to make this about me. I am privileged. But I do have an insight into the systemic and ingrained racism that exists in our world. It happens every time someone asks if I am Jasper’s Nanny. No, I am his mother. Or when people look at me warily in the supermarket when Jasper does his favourite party trick - shouting loudly for mummy when I am standing right next to him. ‘Is she his mum?’. Or the countless times as a child that my blonde mother was asked ‘Are those kids yours or did you adopt them?’. Or worse, the mortifying times in particular overseas countries that I have been treated like a hired escort - simply because I am with a white man in a posh hotel. That is the ingrained stuff. It can happen to any person of colour, of any social or economic standing. I’ve been so inspired to see everyone taking time to learn this week. Keep learning and thinking. And most of all lets keep teaching our children. That is all 💖
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If you’ve had an especially tough time with your kids today, let them know. As you tuck them into bed say ‘today wasn’t great but tomorrow we will try again’. Kiss them good night, remind them of your endless love and give your heart a rest. Because not every day can be easy and thats ok. Be gentle on yourself and be gentle to your children. It will teach them it is ok to fail and get back up again. You can try again tomorrow.

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To all the mothers today. I see you #mothersday2020
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Mine are 💖🙌🏾👍🏽🙏🏽🥔✔️ hmm not sure how that potato snuck in. Your turn - and go! ...

👉🏽 Turia Pitt, who was burned all over her body and told she would never walk again, yet went onto compete an ironman.
👉🏽Mark Pollock who after going blind become the first blind person to trek the South Pole.
👉🏽Kay Wilson who after being repeatedly stabbed, distracted herself by playing the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" in her mind, composing a new piano arrangement while she escaped. After the attack, she had flashbacks and deep survivor's guilt. But like many people who have survived trauma, she has found positive change as well—a new appreciation for life, a newfound personal strength and focus on helping others.
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👉🏽But it doesn’t happen only to those who make the headlines.
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🌟Time and time again in the midst of horror and heart break, there are documented tales of hope and resilience.
Post-traumatic growth (PTG) is a theory that explains this kind of transformation. It holds that people who endure psychological struggle following adversity can often see growth. It’s estimated thar 30-80 percent will experience it.
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💫Inspiring stuff hey, have you experienced it? How do we set the right conditions or build that kind of resilience in our children and ourselves?
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📸 hannahlucylove ...

It really can! Who do you need to reach out to today? Maybe its a friend you haven’t spoken to in a while? Another reason is that today (the Sunday before Mother’s Day) is designated as Bereaved Mothers Day. While all mothers should be celebrated on Mother’s Day - particularly those whose children cannot be seen - today is a good time to reach out to a friend and let them know you are thinking of them. That you see their baby and send them love. It is as simple as a text that says, ‘Thinking of you and your angel today on bereaved Mothers Day and next weekend too’. Simple kind words that could change someone’s day. Or TAG a mamma here 👇🏽to let her know you are thinking of her. #bereavedmothersday2015 ...

After Lily died, I realised I had been making a terrible mistake my whole life. All my life I had avoided acknowledging death and grief. If someone I knew had experienced a loss, I would not mention it. I didn’t want to upset them or say the wrong thing. So usually I said nothing at all. Sometimes, I would offer well-meaning platitudes.
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‘At least she is at peace now.’
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‘Maybe you need learn to be a mother to yourself before you can be a mother to a baby’, the woman said to my dear friend, who had shared her recent miscarriage. I watched my friend’s face crumble... continued in my article! Link in bio ...