It’s already that time of year again – January yes, but we are thinking ahead.
Mothers day is in 52 days, or 52 sleeps if you count them with littles. That’s really not long!
Last year, I invited families to book in for a mini photoshoot celebrating mothers. We had mum friends, a mum who’s partner was a away, a dad who got involved too and the most beautiful little details in each one.
I was honoured to capture a snippet of these stories, and to share the beauty of each of these mothers, because often in the thick of it, you don’t see just how beautiful your interactions are.
Some of my favourite were the cheeky smiles that go to their eyes, and the joy in each mum as they held, walked and talked with their growing babies.
I won’t share the ones of their little faces, those are private.
But I can share these.
And now, I’m inviting you. If you’re local to Helensburgh or Rhu (or can get here), I’d love to capture your beautiful family and celebrate you.
Mums to be, mums of 1, mums of many, grandmas… and dads/grandads if they want to, all welcome to come create some magick. I know all too well that these moments are fleeting, even when they don’t seem to be.
Get in touch and we’ll book your date 💕
You deserve to be seen – not just in a selfie!
With love,
Rohana
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Dates: 31st Jan, 7th Feb, 21st Feb.
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A snake year (not quite over yet – that’s February time), the shedding of old skin.
A wood year, for personal growth, learning and nurturing.
As a parent of young kids, celebrating New Year’s Eve probably doesn’t look like massive parties or midnight countdowns, but that doesn’t mean we can’t mark the occasion. In fact, to me, it means we can toast the new calendar year with more perspective and gentleness because there’s no party to rush to.
So, here’s what I’m doing to ring in the new year, it’s a 3 minute practice (per child) but you can set your own timer or free flow depending on what works for you. You may want a journal but don’t need one.
Think about your child. Bring their smile, laugh, love, joy, compassion, all the beautiful things to life in your mind. Picture this version of them – and out loud or on paper (I prefer paper) write down your wish for them this year.
Then, bring to mind all the hardest moments. The grumps, the attitude, anger, outbursts etc. Picture this version of them, and say aloud or write down your wish for them this year.
Lastly, think about yourself. A year from now, with your child. What do you want to feel? How does your relationship look? Once more, say outloud or write it down, a nod to the year ahead in your parenting journey with them.
Setting these intentions for our children is powerful. Because doing so sets the stage for the way we will relate to them. It doesn’t take long, but it ripples out.
I do this for each of my 4 kids and then I do a collective one too, so it takes about 15 minutes altogether. Between everything, finding 15 mintues is still a challenge some days, but today, its a priority.
That said, it makes a point of being a great practice when you’re deep in the midsts of busyness and finding minutes is precious. So fingers crossed you can find a few minutes too.
I hope you have a beautiful New Year. Thanks for sticking with me.
What the fuck is the point in pretending anymore? I am so tired of this “democracy” and “free the hostages” narrative spat out by the media… and yes I’m getting political tonight.
Actually every single day I am political… not only in the news I share and consume, but more so in the way I raise my kids.
No, I don’t tell them the excruciating information about the atrocities in the Democratic Republic of Congo, or Yemmen, or Palestine, or Sudan. I don’t share with them the images, and work hard to avoid them catching glimpses… because they are too much. I can’t talk to them about violence against women yet… because right now, I’m laying foundations that do not need to be layered with fear and horror, and I am acutely aware that this in itself is privilege.
I have however shared that in some places, there are people eating grasshoppers because there is no food. That we don’t go to McDonald’s because big companies like them (and the list is LONG) are spending money on bombs that kill people like us. That there are people who control others and that sometimes, people do horrible things because they are greedy for power. Power is absolutely a topical word in our home recently.
When the ICJ trial was on between South Africa and Isreal, I played pokemon court with my oldest child. My partner and I have different opinions about how involved our kids should get… and his concerns are valid, so through play and story, we have conversations about equity, life and how we can do our part in the ways that we can.
This morning as I watched them, I saw just how deeply political this life is. How I am raising future custodians of our planet, and I thought about how this means teaching them by being aligned myself.
Tonight, I feel like the pendulum has swung the other way, and I want to scream. I want to howl and grieve the losses of every single child that has been murdered.
I want to dance in celebration and solidarity with the students protesting.
I want to shake the world… and make sense of it… and in feeling this feeling, I know 2 things; once my children sleep I need to roll out my yoga mat and center myself, AND there are tides changing in the collective consciousness. I might be called radical because of many choices … but seeing just how messed up this is isn’t radical. It’s the only sane response to the madness of the last 8 months.
Palestine has been a calayst to the world waking.
Randomly today, P asked me to explain the word “dismantle” to him. I asked for context (something we’ve been practicing) and we worked out what it meant. All the while I was thinking… if we dismantle the systems of oppression and violence in birth, and within a generation, the effects will ripple outwards catalysing mass change. Not quite the explanation he was after, but it’s been rattling around in my brain since.
There is so much violence in birth.
There is so much violence in parenting.
Is it really surprising that the world, controlled by traumatised (mostly) men is really as fucked up as it is right now ?
If we had a whole generation of children born, in supported, empowered environment, with parents who felt safe and supported in the formative years, the ripple of these children, feeling understood, seen and held regardless of their day, would be immense.
It brings me hope… and also rage. Because change is so possible… BUT systemic change is required… and until more people rebel, change won’t come. We don’t have to riot… but we do have to wake up… and this society is built on a majority of the population sleepwalking through their life… not asking questions, paying the bills, and being silent.
I’m tired of pretending… of living my life and washing my dishes and taking my kids to the park while children just like mine are blown apart or starved.
My kids may not understand all of it, and I hope when they’re older they’ll see why I try to protect their innocence, in part because I know my ancestors had children aware of so much pain so young… but regardless I know I’ll be able to say I did my best.
Parenting is the most political role I think there is… and screw the pretences of democracy – one thing I’m sure of is that democracy the way its marketed to us is dead. Right now, all we can do is figure out how to play the game of this society without selling our souls in the process.
I spoke to a dear friend this morning, and though we didn’t say all the things because time is a precious resource with children, we did say so many.
It was fulfilling to catch up, and nourishing on a soul level.
The past few weeks I’ve caught up with quite a few people… there’s something about leaving a place that changes the energy; we’ve socialised a lot, some accidentally, some far more intentionally… and each time I think, “I’m going to miss them”.
I’m not sad to be leaving exactly.
But we’ve spent over 3 years here… there are roots in the soil beneath me, linking us to the people we’ve met as times passed. The gorgeous thing about the Internet is of course, that we don’t have to lose contact… and yet, I know in many cases we will. Not for lack of love, but because life gets really busy, and sometimes reaching out takes a lot of energy.
This friend I spoke to today is someone I love dearly… and we irregularly send each other updates and check in. We live in different countries, and ultimately have differently busy lives. Responsibilities, environments, and our children take priority… which, with no malice at all, means friendships fall to the wayside a little.
A different friend came over to our today and as we said goodbye I thought about this. How our friendship has grown and how I love her child even though we’re not relate; and, how I’m sad to lose her even though I know it’s not wrong. Of course, we’ll still catch up and send memes, but again I can predict it’ll be different… and that’s not bad, just different.
Both of these friendships are important, and both have roots tangled deep in the earth, in very different ways.
My daughter said in our play the other day “I’m nervous of new places and people” and I thought about how social she can be, it felt odd. But it was her saying ‘hey I’m nervous, help me’. She’s sad to be leaving friends too… and I get it. She has roots here too.
We are rooted in the earth we walk, and yesterday visiting my favorite tree I thought about how we are rooted in the stories of friends and land. Its why capturing moments is so important to me… in those images, I can save stories, retell them with the kids, and preserve some of the roots they’ve nurtured.
It’s such an intricate dance right now… I’m grateful to have a space to share.
I wrote recently about 3 steps I use as a quick way that I try and move out of a ‘fight’ response when my kids trigger me, and I based my writing off of conversations with other parents too, creating essentially a mini strategy that is helpful moving away from fight and into a space of connection.
Since then however, almost as though the universe has been prompting me, I have found myself not reacting in anger or annoyance, as much as I have felt exhausted, unbothered and in a mood where I just want to say “do what you want then!” I suppose if my kids were older, or if I were a different parent, I would – but thankfully they are little and I am working hard to break away from old mainstream cycles of parenting.
So instead, I leaned in to my toolbox, resourced myself and now I’m choosing to write about it.
The freeze response is, in many ways a little bit hidden. It wasn’t until my oldest was nearly 6 that I understood it in the way I’m about to share; so if it feels new, don’t worry, it is!
‘Freeze’ is a survival response, and we know that when being threatened, if freezing is our body’s best survival strategy, then that’s what we’ll do. It isn’t a choice… because ultimately, our body’s are far quicker at making decision than our minds can catch up with.
However, in parenting, especially parenting little ones (and I’m guessing teenagers too!), when we move into a freeze response, it’s often masked as a feeling of apathy or exhaustion – the kind of response where your kid does something again and instead of getting angry or even upset, you move into the whatever, it doesn’t make a difference kid of mood.
It’s when I doom scrolling Instagram reels or the putting TV on just so that they’ll stop arguing… where the energy to do anything is zapped away.
Freeze is not a choice... in my experience, its often a sign of burnout.
However, like with fight, there are ways that can help move away from it. As parents, this isn’t a long term solution, and it doesn’t replace actually doing the work of healing and understanding why we feel like this in the first place, but, it can help in moment to moment parenting; where we need a quick fix until we can carve out some time to dig deeper.
How?
Well, the essential thing to understand here is that FIGHT is a sympathetic response to a trigger; where our bodies have decided that, in order to survive the threat, we need to fight our way out.
FREEZE is not like that, it’s a parasympathetic response. Often you’ll hear energy workers etc say that parasympathetic is good (which it can be) because it is our ‘rest and digest’ system, BUT that isn’t always the case; because in fact, the freeze response is an exaggerated rest response, in an attempt to survive whatever threat we perceive to exist. Think how an animal plays dead to avoid becoming prey; our bodies will perceive a threat, and make the decision to ‘play dead’ by becoming lethargic, apathetic or avoidant in order to survive.
So….
To get out of this, we need some activation. Which means, shaking, moving, dancing, getting motivated or, eliminating the perceived threat. Since the housework isn’t going to do itself, and dinner will still be uncooked after a doom scroll, elimination as a parent is probably not likely – our kids will still be shouting for us even if we can’t imagine what they could possibly need now.
Therefore, once we realize we are freezing, the next thing to do is get moving. Put some music on, do some dragon breathing or kapalabati (if safe to do so), shake or jump or, my personal favourite the past few weeks has been to find an easy dopamine hit. As my ADHD brain moves into freeze and I know that I need to get out, I’ve found that having a quick fix of dopamine is a real help. Snacks are a winner. Music absolutely. AND a small side project that brings joy with only a small amount of effort or time – for me this has been working through some photography edits. Anything that won’t be a hyperfocus but brings joy works brilliantly.
Ultimately, freeze is a sign of taking on too much, and being overwhelmed. As a neurodivergent human, this is something I didn’t understand affected me more until I learned that it actually does. So if you are ND then solidarity! And if you’re not, then that doesn’t make your overwhelm any less valid, it literally just means you’ll find it in different spaces or be able to tackle it with the same or different tools.
It isn’t a sign that we are failing.
It isn’t a sign that life is too hard.
It isn’t a sign that we can’t cope.
It is a survival response to our situation, and a nudge from our body (and the universe) that something probably needs to change for us to thrive.
With spring here, Ostara this week and the earth in the northern hemisphere beginning to bloom, I encourage you to walk outside with bare feet on the earth… grounding into a bigger energy is something that I deeply appreciate and have leaned on a lot recently. Finding a practice that brings joy; and breathing outside with no goal other than to just exist for a few minutes. Walks at the beach or somewhere with water are also a firm favourite.
If you’re in freeze, I see you. It won’t last forever.
With love,
Rohana x
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