Today is March 8th, International Women’s Day. Today is the first day since entering this new decade that we get to celebrate International Women’s Day!
What is International Women’s Day, you ask?
International Women’s Day is a Day devoted to the movement for women’s rights.
Commemoration of international women’s day today ranges from being a public holiday in some countries to being a to being largely ignored elsewhere. In some places, it is a day of protest; in others, it is a day that celebrates womanhood.
in 1910, German delegates Clara Zetkin, Kate Dunker and others proposed at the International Socialist Women’s conference that a “special women Day” be organized annually.
In 1917, after women gained suffrage in Soviet Russia, March 8th became a national holiday there and after that? The day was then predominantly celebrated by socialist movement and communist countries until it was then adopted by the feminist movement in about 1976.
The united Nation began celebrating international women day in the international women’s year, 1975. In 1977, the untied Nation General Assembly invited member states to proclaim March 8th as the UN (United Nations) day for women’s right and world peace
4th October 2019 is World Smile Day and this October I want to challenge everyone to continue World Smile Day for a WHOLE week!
What is World Smile Day, you ask?
World Smile Day all began with one man, Harvey Ball. Harvey Ball is known well throughout the world as a commercial artist from Worcester, Massachusetts who then went on to birth the smiley symbol in 1963.
That image went on to become one of the most recognisable symbol of good cheer and faith on the planet. Eventually Harvey become concerned about the over-commercialisation of his symbol, and how it’s original meaning/intent had become lost throughout constant repetition of the marketplace.
With those concerns in mind, he came up with the idea of World Smile Day. His intents were clear… He thought everyone should devote ONE day each year to smiles and acts of kindness throughout the world.
The smiley face holds no hate, no negativity, no animosity, no fear… and Harvey’s idea was that for one day each year, neither should we. He declared that the first Friday in October each year would hence forth be World Smile Day.
What can you do?
Good question. You can wear that amazing smile you keep hiding!
Smiling is simple way to spread happiness and cheer throughout the day. Smiles are contagious and by smiling at others around you, we all can share a positive impact on the world. So what are you waiting for? Start smiling!
Send a positive note or card to a friend/family member.
Sometimes the best way we can make someone smile is to send them a thoughtful card/ motivational note. Let the reason for someone’s smile be because of your kind words and thoughtful gestures.
Do a good deed.
Part of celebrating World Smile Day is doing something that elicits smiles through our actions. One of the most powerful ways of communication and a great way to spread those smiles is through our actions and doing something nice for others. Consider volunteering your time somewhere or maybe help a friend out with a favour no matter how big or small, or finally schedule some much needed family time! Our actions have always spoken louder than our words.
How will you make someone smile this World Smile Day?
I hope you all enjoyed reading through my post. It’s out on my blog a little later because someone forgot to schedule her finished posts… yup, that someone’s me. So I still have to find a little time to go through them and throw them on a schedule.
I was sent a beautifully covered book by the lovely author Emily Priest to read and review for free. I would like to state before starting my book review, like all my reviews (books or otherwise) I give my full honest opinion and would never suggest something to my readers/viewer that I didn’t fully enjoy myself.
With that being said, free products or books will not change my opinion, good or bad.
About Emily Priest
Emily was born in Southampton in 1997 but moved to Portsmouth in 2016 to study creative and media writing at Portsmouth University.
There she refined her writing and developed as a professional -building and extensive portfolio of creativity, journalism, radio and marketing. Emily was also awarded a ‘young journalist’ award in 2017 from unity 101 and then went on to publish her work in 2018 in several publications
Emily Priest’s first compilation, Nicotine and Napalm, is a raw and unflinching exploration of love and loss. This collection of prose and poetry is one woman’s account of growing up in the modern world and her own discovery of sexuality, strength and weakness.
I’ll start off by saying that this wonderful creation of compiled poetry has received a 5/5 start rating from me.
When I had received Emily’s book I was instantly in love with the cover. If you have read my ‘Bookish Confessions’ by the amazing @BethTabler you’ll know that I have been guilty of “judging a book by it’s cover.” I can’t help but appreciate and be drawn to an attractive looking book, I’m only human after all!
Diving into Emily’s series of poems I was instantly captivated by the by the beautifully placed words and although tragic and full of heartache there was a beauty in these words that will stick with me for the rest of my life.
This is the kind of book I would want my sisters and friends to read, something I believe should be placed into high school libraries for young girls to get their hands on and read. There are so many messages and hidden meanings in this amazingly put together poetry book that young girls and women can relate to, messages that young girls need to hear, need to know while learning to grow and love.
Emily has shown that she is nothing but audacious when it comes to her writing, showing and expression in such depth emotion of the love gained and loss through her journey of sexuality and self discovery.
And, she has inspired me to get back into writing my own poetry!
If you love poetry, love, heartbreak, self-discovery, passion, raw emotions… then this is something for you, this is one book you do not want to miss out on reading and enjoying. I’m so honoured to have read and experienced Emily’s emotions through her poetry and I have to admit there were a few line, especially towards the end that had the taps in my eyes running on full.
You can purchase or download your copy of Nicotine and Napalm right here! And don’t for get to check out Emily’s social medias!
Overall this beautifully written poetry book is something I would recommend to everyone of my female friends, family, blogging fam and strangers!
I hope this has inspired you to check out her book and read it for yourself! If there was one book, one piece of poetry that I had to recommend to the world, it would be this poetry book without hesitation.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and as always I appreciate any comments or shares that I receive on all my posts and I wish you all a lovely week!
So, two weeks ago I was nominated for another Sunshine Blogger Award which has made my month! In April I was awarded two of these by two very amazing bloggers (click here to read it). Naomi -creator of Inchingforwards.com – and Leo -creator of Theanxiousteachtwo.home.blog – whom I think you should all check out because they are both so supportive and really great bloggers.
I would like to thank @Amy_May_J, an amazing woman who may just love cats as much as I do! Also, creator of her wonderful blog Sassycatlady.com
Amy likes to blog about General Lifestyle and things based around her life. And you can check that out by Clicking Here.
If you love interesting and intriguing blog posts then go, follow her at: Sassycatlady.com (what are you waiting for?) I’ve really enjoyed every single post that Amy has posted on to her blog Sassycatlady.com and know that you will too!
The Rules of The SunShine Blogger
Award are simply:
Thank the person who nominated you and don’t forget to link back to their site
Answer the 11 questions asked by your nominators
Nominate at least 11 more bloggers for the award
Write 11 new, creative questions for your nominees to answer
Notify your nominees via social media or by commenting on their blog
Lastly, List the rules and display The SunShine Blogger Award logo on your site or in your post
Amy’s questions –
Why did you get into blogging?
I got into blogging as a way to help me overcome a few of my fears, help others who suffer and battler mental health illnesses too and pursue my dream careers.
What music are you currently into?
I’m also into the same songs I was when i was a teenager, I love a lot of different variety of music. Though I do really enjoy listening to a lot of David grey, Post Malone, Carrie Underwood, Bebe Rexha, Imagine Dragons, Pink, Boyce Avenue (cover songs), Hozier, Ed Sheeran, The Cranberries, Arctic Monkeys, Gorillaz and so forth.
I can go from Ed Sheeran to Hollywood Undead in seconds.
Who do you look up to the most?
My mum. Anyone who knows me or has been following my blog or following me on twitter @Tinkableeblog will know my first answer is my mum. She’s always been the person I’ve looked up to, has always been there for me and still continues to be my most supportive cheerleader. But, also my older sister. I remember when I was younger and I always wanted to be like my older sister, she’s always been so beautiful and talented and very witty, I wanted to follow her around everywhere she went.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
The best piece of advice I have ever been given has been off my mum, ‘You can’t please everyone, so start with pleasing yourself, even if you think it will displease me. Because at the end of the day you are responsible for your happiness, not for everyone else’s.’
What was the best holiday you’ve ever been on?
Visiting my Uncle in Barry. This must have been when I was 6 or 7…maybe even a little younger or older I’m not too sure as I have terrible memory (another reason why writing is a big part of my life). Me, my mum and siblings spent a week there I think and we went to the beach and fair ground with so many colourful and flashy rides! I had the best time that week, plus he had two dogs (brother and sister) whom I just adored!
What are you most proud of?
Finally following through on starting my blog, as well as my childhood dream job of becoming a author.
What’s your favourite TV Show to binge watch?
I haven’t really watch TV since being in my early teens but me and my boyfriend will watch a few shows now and again. We are currently in the middle of binge watching Grimm and Lucifer. I used to really like watching Friends and still watch The Big Bang Theory (I am so sad to see it come to an end!). I also watch Young Sheldon, and A LOT of cartoons. I really love Archer (New season starts in two days!), Rick and Morty (who have finally announced their release date for November), and Big Mouth.
What makes you laugh the most?
I honestly don’t have an answer for this question as said as it may seem. But I have never taken much notice of myself and with my depression it makes it incredibly hard for me to notice the good things in life, it makes it hard to spot the things that make me laugh the most.
What would be your dream job be?
Who is your favourite Disney character?
I don’t have a favourite, there are too many Disney characters to just have ONE favourite. But my favourite Disney films are, ‘The Beauty and The beast’, ‘Peter Pan/Tinkerbell’ and ‘Snow white’…oh and ‘Bambi!’
Who would you invite to your dream dinner party?
If I started writing this list, I’d have to start on a completely new blog post, there’s just too many I’d invite!
What Personality trait has gotten you the most in trouble?
If you had to pick a new name for yourself, what would you pick?
What’s the most courageous thing you’ve ever done?
Would you rather be laughing uncontrollably for the rest of your life or uncontrollably crying?
If you could ask your pet 3 questions, what would they be?
Whats a great book you’ve read recently?
If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the sound track?
As a child, what did you wish to become when you grew up?
Which is better – A novel or a movie?
If Mars was liveable, would you accept a one-way ticket there?
Whats one pet peeve of yours that you wish that you could get rid of – because it hampers your enjoyment of life?
Again I would like to sincerely thank those who nominated me this award, as I believe they are a great way of getting to know more bloggers while acknowledging their amazing blogs and the hard work we all put into them.
Introducing the ‘Lets Talk Pets Series’ a series where I share YOUR stories about YOUR (or someone you know) pets. Here I’ll be sharing all kind of pet stories from heart harming to heart breaking, from crying to laughing. These are true stories of people’s pets or of people’s pets.
Today’s story is told by Danielle Calloway. Danielle Calloway currently lives in Ecuador as a volunteer teaching the deaf. In her free time, she writes. Her first novel, The Lost Child, based on a true story of an abandoned deaf boy, is now on Amazon. And with out any further delay here’s Danielle’s pet story! You can follow Danielle on Twitter by clicking on to her username – @AuthorCalloway
Charmaine and I were sitting drinking smoothies out of a plastic bag, watching the hordes of people in the bustling open market, when we saw a curious sight. A dog walked up to a small bakery, sat down and stared at the owner. She looked down at the dog and told him, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” After attending to her customers, she filled a bag with bread and handed it to the dog. The dog gently took it in his mouth and trotted off, tail wagging.
Seeing us watching her, she explained, “The
dog comes by every day. I can see that
he’s well cared for and loved, which means he has a family. The strange thing is, he never opens the bag,
just takes it and trots off. I figure
he’s bringing it home to his family and they must need the bread.”
“Aren’t you curious to know who he belongs
to?” asked Charmaine.
“Of course,” she said, “I’ve thought about
putting a note in the bag, but I don’t know, I think I like not knowing. And I don’t want the family to feel obligated
to pay me. This is something I can do to
help someone in need.”
Fifteen years later, while walking my dog,
a woman asked if she could pet her. We
sat down and as she pet my dog she said, “About 15 years or so ago, I had a
dog. He was the best dog I’ve ever
had. You know, he saved our family? We were out of work, didn’t even have money
to buy food. I didn’t know how I was
going to feed my children and they were crying from hunger. One day my dog went out in the direction of
the open market came back with bread. He
did that every day. And it was bread in
a bag! At first, I thought he stole the bag,
but since it happened every day, someone must’ve been giving the bread to him. He never opened the bag, never ate the bread,
just came every morning and gave it to me.”
As her eyes misted with tears, remembering her hero, I said, “Do you want to know what really happened?” and I proceeded to tell her what I saw that day, years ago.
I think we can all agree that this is one story I’m glad I read. What a good dog! And such a lovely ending to a lovely story about an incredible pet!
If you have story about someone’s pet or have one about your own and would like to share it please email me your story, at: email@example.com
I truly hope you enjoyed today’s first post of my new series of ‘lets talk pets!’ If you have any feed back I’d love to hear it in the comments below. Please don’t forget to subscribe, share and like. I hope you all have peaceful and lovely week. until next time!
My name is Karalee, and I am 25 years old. I am from Texas, but I currently live in Denmark. I have a three-year-old daughter, and my blog Tales of Belle focuses on beauty, books, and lifestyle.
At the start of my freshman year of high school, I ate lunch with a group of friends who I have known since junior high. We were in the same class during the lunch break therefore it made sense to eat lunch together. However, things quickly changed. Every day during lunch, my friends would tell me I am fat and make fun of me while I was eating my lunch. I tried to laugh it off because how could my friends be so mean to me? As the days went on, my friends continued to bring my self-esteem down,
I ended up feeling horrible about myself, but I tried to stick around hoping that my friends would go back to the way they used to be. They did not.
One day I decided I had enough of my friends bringing me down.
I realised that if they were my real friends, they would not constantly call me fat.
During that lunch break, instead of sitting with my normal friends, I went up to another one of my friends in my class and asked him if I could eat lunch with him. He did not mind, and for the first time since starting high school I felt accepted.
Instead of him making fun of me, we talked about normal friend things.
For the rest of the school year, I ate lunch with him instead of my “fake friends”.
However, things did not stop there. My ex-friends noticed I was no longer eating lunch with them, and when they would try to talk to me, I ignored them because I decided for my self-esteem it would be best to not socialise with people who constantly brought me down. Shortly after I had started eating lunch with my guy friend, my ex-friends started a rumour about me. They decided to tell our mutual friends that I was pregnant and my guy friend was the father.
I was in shock. Not only did my ex-friends bring my self-esteem down to rock bottom, but they started a rumour that was the furthest from the truth.
I was a virgin at the time and me and my guy friend were just friends. Luckily, our mutual friends realised the truth, and the rumour died quickly.
Even though I went through a horrible experience in high school, I was able to realise who my real friends were, and I remained friends with them for the rest of high school while I distanced myself from ex-friends. Without my real friends including my guy friend who I ate lunch with during my freshman year, I would probably have a difficult time moving on from the experience of being bullied. It did take me the rest of high school to feel confident in myself again,
but my friends were constantly there to bring me up, and by the time I started college I could finally say I love myself.
Kids really can be horrible one another at times, especially when jealous hits them. I think this experience can who others just how deceiving people can be and I have met first hand some people who may have came across as lovely or nice and then turned out the be more than the exact opposite.
I’m so glad that you’re guy friend could help through such a difficult time, even while he was thrown into their silly little games, some people cower from that sort of thing and when a person can stand tall for both you through it… I think it’s safe to say that’s a true friend right there. I also think its wonderful that you had friends that didn’t scum to your ex-friends silly ways.
You’re experience and the way you handle it reminds me of quote about strength and courage;
A truly strong person does not need the approval of other’s anymore than a lion needs the approval of sheep.
Because it takes a lot of strength and courage to estrange yourself from people you once thought of as friends and to stick your ground when they get so cruel, you should be proud of the girl you was back then as she has helped you transform into the woman you are today.
I would like to thank Karalee and everyone else who has so far taken part in the ‘My Bully Experience.’ If you would like to get involved or take part in some way (you can be completely anonymous in sharing your story if you aren’t comfortable with sharing who you are while sharing these experiences) You can send me an email with a short Bio (or not) any links to blogs/pages/social media’s , any pictures and of course you’re experience with either online/real life bulling, trolling or stalking.
If you’d like to read more ‘my bully experience’ stories then you ‘ click here ‘ and read the other brave yet inspiring stories written by amazing people who have overcome such terrible treatment off other’s.
“Hannah is a 20 something year old blogger from Essex, England, who lives by the sea with her partner and Giant African Millipede. Her blog Pages, Places, & Plates focuses on reviews of a few of her different passions – books, eateries, British experiences, and international travel.”
As a child I
was aware of how prevalent bullying is within school, which was one reason why
I chose to go to the secondary school that I did, which is a girls-only grammar
school in Essex. You have to pass a test to get in and I did – I was ecstatic
as I knew I was going to enjoy school and it was going to be safe from the boys
in my class that had mocked me previously. No more being laughed at because I
wanted to do well in school; no more cruel words because my grades were more
important than getting in trouble. As much as I loved school it turned out I
wasn’t as safe as I thought.
Let’s go back to 2013 – I’d just started Year 9 (so I was around 13-14)
and things seemed to be going pretty well.
I had a tight-knit group of friends, I was doing well in my subjects, and my family was loving and supportive.
I was hurting inside though, struggling to come to grips with who I really was as a person. I was different because I was bisexual, and it was killing me.
I’d told my closest friends about it and they’d been so supportive (apart from one finding it a bit gross but hey, she was 13 – I forgive her as she still looked out for me), but the thought of everyone else knowing was all too much.
I thought I’d be a disappointment to my family, and that I’d be shunned by my class
considering it only consisted of girls.
Self-harm had become the norm for me and my thoughts could turn quite dark at times, but I did whatever I could to deal with it on my own.
One of my friends was going through the exact same thing but it still didn’t ease me – she was a tomboy in a mixed sex school who was much better at dealing with things than I was – I was fragile and I doubt anyone would have been able to guess. I’d been keeping it well-guarded though, and my plan was pretty much to completely ignore my sexuality and hope that I’d continue to be accepted.
One friend had been particularly supportive
But after a while started to seem a bit odd. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I suddenly received a message from her on MSN one evening. To this day I don’t think my heart has ever stopped so suddenly. I remember the noise of the TV in the background fade out and everything seemed to blur except for that message flashing on my screen:
“I’m going to tell everyone you’re bi tonight”.
As I processed it my heart began to beat so fast I couldn’t control it, and I was doing everything I could to hide my emotional distress from my parents, sat just behind me on the other side of the living room.
I started to sweat, I wanted to throw up, and my fingers shook so violently I could barely type.
I asked her why she was doing it and she said something along the lines of
“I can’t keep it a secret anymore… I have to tell everyone to release it from myself.”
And she did, that very night. She messaged everyone in the class on MSN and revealed to them the secret so huge for me that I’d hidden it deep inside me, praying that no one would ever find out. Such an overbearing and consequential concept for me was trivial to her; she spread it casually over instant message like she would a simple greeting.
Not only did she release my deepest fears to the world but also sent out a poll with it, asking whether those in recipient of the message would now still want to be friends with me.
My best friend did everything she could to support me once the message had gone out but it was still a lot to process.
I didn’t get much sleep that night, and my arms suffered for my worry.
morning was the worst of my life… I remember walking to the bus stop so
slowly, feeling like I was heading towards my fate. A fate I didn’t want. In my
head everything was ruined – there was no way school would be the same, and my
family would most likely hate me. I might as well not bother living at all…
What’s the point when it’s all ending anyway?
My friend at the bus stop didn’t acknowledge the messages and was nice to me as usual
Albeit slightly quieter. I was feeling nauseous and dizzy on the bus, but there was no one else from my class there so I didn’t have to worry about their judgement. All I could think about was walking into that door and facing my classmates, ready to disregard me. Would they be angry at me? Disgusted? Or would they simply pretend I wasn’t there?
I nearly didn’t find out, as I was so close to just running away.
But I couldn’t, because I knew then I’d have to explain to my parents why I’d failed to turn up to school. I walked in behind my friend, sat down in my usual seat with as little fuss as usual… And no one jumped on me.
No one shouted at me. And no one looked at me like I was a freak.
Instead, I got words of comfort from my class.
Their anger and disgust wasn’t directed towards me but to my ‘friend’ – they couldn’t believe she’d betrayed me like that.
Classmates I’d barely even spoken to before due to their class and popularity difference were acknowledging me as a person and I was lost for words – I just couldn’t understand why they were supporting me, the one with the filthy secret.
Even those that I knew 100% would be uncomfortable with my sexuality due to their religion and other reasons condemned her, and I was thankful for that.
Interestingly, the ‘friend’ took a couple of days off school ill as she’d realised her mistake once the results of her poll came back. She faced her mistake later with me, but our friendship was never the same and it took her a long time to be accepted properly within the class again. The incident was without a doubt the worst I faced during my teenage years and I’d been so close to doing something stupid to avoid what happened next.
I think back to the harm I’d inflicted on myself and the suicidal thoughts I’d had that night, and how there could have been such a loss if I hadn’t listened to my friends and faced my fears…
My journey could have ended due to something that turned out much smaller than I thought it was.
I’m not the bravest person on the planet (far from it, in fact) but I’m glad I was brave that day as it taught me two things – support is always out there, even if it’s not in the way you’d expected, and facing the hurdles in life will eventually make you stronger as a person.
This is only one instance of bullying and most likely widely different from some other stories out there as each experience is individual, but for those experiencing bullying I want them to know one thing in particular.
Even though you don’t feel like you can get through it you can – you just have to move forward and accept the support that’s there.
It may take time and there may be pain and misery involved but just know that once it’s over (which it will be) you’ll be so glad you saw it through to the end.
What wise words at the end! Thank so much, Hannah for you’re bravery in sharing your story with us today. And it goes to show that even those you assume or judge to be… well judge-y, can turn out to be you’re greatest supporters and those who seem like friend, could just be a jealous enemy in disguise.
This is truly an inspiring story and I feel this can help a lot of others who are feeling the same or experiencing similar problems with facing who they are, as a person and sexually. There is nothing wrong with who you are and who you like and it should be something that everyone can openly tell people around them without it being a problem. Our sexuality should be as common as buying something online, you shouldn’t feel fear and it shouldn’t be a constant dreaded though should someone find out. And I hope one day soon that is where we will be at but until then we will continue to share our stories and help one another through the only way we know how, by experience, words and positive vibes.
So Today marks International Women’s Day. This is a day celebrated in many countries around the world. It is a day where women are recognised for their achievements without regard to divisions, whether national, ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic or political. The Charter of the United Nations, signed in 1945, was the first international agreement to affirm the principle of equality between women and men.
Since then women have come a long, long way from where we were then. We have a lot more freedom although there still seem to be so many obstacles in the way, when looking back i’m slightly stunned by what we as women have achieved. In honour of International Women’s Day I thought I’d write a post on inspirational women. Now there is without a doubt countless of inspirational women out there but for me my inspiration is drawn from my mother and younger sisters.
My mum has forever been the one person I know I can relay on, she’s always been there for me. Through the worst decisions of my life to some of the best, she’s pushed me forward when all I wanted to do was step back. She’s manage to be my mum, dad, best friend, protector and therapist all in one go. She’s never once stopped me from doing something I’ve wanted to do, she’s always stood by and supported me through my decisions however good or bad, just giving me advice whenever she could.
I have watched my mum fight some dark demons from past and present and she still continues to fight them to this day, and the amount of respect I have for the strength she always seems to managed to find is almost as much as the love I have for her. I would never trad a single quirky, Gothic, erratic and caring trait of hers. Her imperfections and perfections are what makes her such an amazing mum and I could never ask for a better one, I’ve never needed anything because of her, even when I was blind to that. (Pesky teenage hormones )
I say my sisters are also inspirational women is because although two have yet to make it into ‘womanhood’ they have all been through so much, are going through so much and coming out the other side better than I ever would. The way my sisters just take the bad and shake it off is so… admirable. I have a break down when I can’t find a pair of matching socks!
Not only that but they have also been there for me, when I have been sad and I think I’m hiding that I’m sad I’ll suddenly get a hug out of nowhere, a piece of paper slipped under a door with a drawing. They know what to say what to do to make me smile and I’m so proud of the woman and young girls that they are growing up to be. They don’t see it, or realise just how amazing they are but I know and now the rest of my readers do too!
And they are all so creative and smart! I spent 3 years using the internet, youtube and books I could get my hands on teaching my self to play the keyboard and another two-three learning how to play the piano. But my little sister taught herself how to play twinkle little start in one evening just by using sound! She didn’t search up the keys, the notes or what order to play them she played every single note, listen to every little sound until she made a sound that sounded like Twinkle little Star.
My other sister has self taught drawing, something I too tried at one point but quickly lost all passion for it when I realised I just wasn’t any good at it. But my sister has perfected the art of teaching herself to draw, she has spent many hours drawing and re-drawing the same picture until it looked right to her. She has over come so many things in her life through bullies to unexplained emotions to growing up. She’s put me to shame with her strength and reserve in continuing on no matter how hard things seem.
And then my youngest sister, being through so much already at a young age with medical issues the doctors had told my mum and step dad that my sister would never be able to walk, talk , crawl or be her own person due to complications but at the age of one my sister had them all gobsmacked when she was talking, crawling and learning how to walk! She’s always acted older than her age and I believe my sister has one of those old soul. She’s very academic, she’s so very clever and bright and recently she’s dabbled in art and the practice of yoga.
These women have been there throughout the best and worst of my life, the have stuck by me and have helped me through some pretty bad times and I couldn’t imagine a life where they weren’t who they are now. I’d never change a single thing about them and can only hope that as they get older, as the world keeps turning people too will recognise just how special they are too.
I hope this opens your eyes to the women around you and the women in your lives and makes you realise what little gift they are to have in your life. Don’t take them for granted, take care in what they say and believe them when they say they care. Women can be your best friend or your worst nightmare its all in how we are treated and how much respect we are shown.
Show us respect and you might be surprised by the out come that will have.
So this isn’t going to be like my other’s posts but it’s just as important as my other posts and since March is the month of mother’s day I felt it fit in perfectly.
So I was originally going to post about my eating disorder today as it’s eating disorder awareness week but instead, I got stuck with a different thought, a different post that I feel should be out on blog before I dive into my story. However I had collaborated with https://wellbeanblog.com/ in sharing a little about my story, so if you would like to check that out, just click here.
So the new topic I want to talk about today is Mothers. Everyone has one, whether you have a good relationship with them or not, whether you are a fortune to have yours still around or not, we all have or had a mother.
There’s is no one in the world I love more than my mother, the woman who has carried me in her belly for nine months, cared for me, fed me, bathed and clothed me. She’s always been my best friend whenever I needed one, my shoulder to cry one, my ear to talk to and is forever my protector.
There is nothing like a mother’s love, a mother’s care or a mother’s comforting words after a hard day. They’ve given up time, people and dreams to take care of a little creature that can’t yet understand that it’s alive.
And yet they are still so badly overlooked and taken for granted. We never take into account the emotional roller coaster we are forever keeping them on, or the constant worrying they do for our well being and safety no matter what age we are. A mothers love knows no bounds.
Now I’m not a mother myself and so I couldn’t tell what it feels like to have someone else’s little world on your shoulders, a little being that relied on you to be all knowing and indestructible and loving. I couldn’t tell you what it felt like to spend my days/nights constantly wondering if I was a good mother or not or wondering if I was making the right decision for someone else’s life. I’d say I’m personally pretty relieved not to have that hardship and emotional toll weighing on my shoulders.
As children, we never notice the pain and struggles our mothers go through and as adults, we slowly start to notice, we start to experience life and start to understand some of the things we couldn’t when younger.
I couldn’t thank my mother enough for the things she has done and the things she has gone through, I couldn’t thank her enough for loving me and my siblings with all her heart while at times hers was breaking.
We always say and do things in moments of anger that we often regret. But no one receives the worst end of that anger at times than our mothers, the women who are constantly our support system, ear to talk to, the person we find ourselves always going back to in moments of need or desperation. The one person we know we can go to no matter what we’ve done or what we’ve said. I think that is maybe why we take our anger out a little harsher on them than we would with anyone else because we’re aware that other people would leave and never come back but a mother? She’ll take the hurt, the pain, the horrible words and still give you that very much needed hug after a really bad day as though things had never been said. The love really does know no bounds.
Instead of celebrating your mother for Mother’s Day, Why not celebrate her for mother’s Month? I honestly don’t feel as though dedicating one day out of the WHOLE year is enough of thanks to the women who have carried us in their bellies and given us the lives we have now, giving us the opportunity to do and be whoever we want to be.
I think March is a great month to celebrate your mothers as it’s springtime on the 20th, a time where all the animals start to give birth to their little ones and all the flowers and colours are making a show. The whole month is about life and growth!
You don’t have to do or buy her anything big or expensive, buy her, her favourite chocolate, some flowers, a nice cushion, tell her you love her, write her a poem, go and visit her! See if there are any chores, any shopping, any cleaning that needs to be done. Mothers notice the little things and love them those most because it’s usually the little things that get in the from them being able to have “me time” or the little things that they are looking out for. Take her out make a point of dedicating a day for just you and her to do something she likes.
So guys go treat your mother’s this month and show them the love they deserve because you won’t get another mother. I’d love to know you’re thoughts on turning March into a month of celebration for mothers everywhere and don’t forget to like and share with your friends.