Magambi

As minhas filhas têm sempre fatos de banho mega coloridos exactamente para serem bem visíveis, quer na água quer numa multidão de gente onde a roupa pode ser facilmente visível mesmo a distância

This is a great safety guide for children swimming in lakes and swimming pools. The color of the bathing suit can make it easier or more difficult to see children while they are swimming. This is a good reminder to always have adult supervision when children are swimming. (Thanks to Praire Lakes Healthcare System.)

"Dear Eid:
Please bring a life of immense love and laughter to every child who’s heard more screams than dreams."
*Palestine *Congo *Sudan *Burma *Syria *Afghanistan | *Ummahnity
~Mark Gonzales

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There are so many kinds of mother.

The mothers you cherish and celebrate.

The mothers who were never really there.

The mothers who broke you. Who built you.

The mothers who cheered you on. Who chipped away at you until you were dust.

The mothers who reveled in your astonishing intelligence and grace and power. Who saw only their own light.

The mothers who died painfully young.

The mothers who lived so long you felt yourself disintegrating with them. Petal by wilted petal.

The mothers who shined. Who dimmed. Who did their best. Who disappointed. Who redeemed themselves. Who accepted your redemption. Who zigged and zagged.

The mothers who were a beacon.

The mothers you never knew.

The mothers who sewed themselves into the quilt you became.

The mothers who couldn’t bear to tell the truth.

The mothers who were brave.

The mothers who didn’t know who they were without you. Who never saw you no matter how wildly you waved.

The mothers who grieved you. Who believed in you.

The mothers you call.

The mothers you no longer speak to.

The mothers you take for granted. Or treasure.

The dead mothers.

The mothers you have to search for and carry.

The mothers you find in people who are not your mother.

The mothers like a limb.

The mothers like a mirror.

The mothers like a flame.

The mothers you wish.

The mothers you love.

The mothers you ache.

The mothers you echo.

The mothers you wanted to be.

The mothers you became. I am thinking of you. I am holding you all.

✍️ Cheryl Strayed
Artist: Jessica Fry

Keira Cronesgrove

Every night we look at our kids while they’re sleeping,⁣⁣⁣
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and no matter the day—⁣⁣⁣
how many times we lost our patience and wanted to pull our hair out,⁣⁣⁣
how many times they didn’t listen,⁣⁣⁣
and how we wished the hours away,⁣⁣⁣
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⁣when we see them asleep,⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣
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⁣𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.⁣⁣⁣
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Because they look like they did when they were younger versions of themselves.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣The same eyelashes that used to give us butterfly kisses.⁣⁣⁣
The same peaceful and innocent sleepy look they’ve had since they were a baby.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣And it doesn’t matter if they are 18, 11, or 5 years old,⁣⁣⁣
all we see is that sweet newborn with little arms, feet, and squishy rolls.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣And we enjoy the flashback to this little them.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣Because every day,⁣⁣⁣
no matter their age,⁣⁣⁣
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⁣⁣They overwhelm us with worry.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣They overwhelm us with fear.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣They overwhelm us with pride.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣They overwhelm us with love.⁣⁣⁣
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So, most of the time,⁣⁣⁣
we’re left overwhelmed by it all.⁣⁣⁣
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But every night, when we walk in to check on them,⁣⁣⁣
to stare,⁣⁣⁣
we can confirm,⁣⁣⁣
our children are happily and safely sleeping, draped in our love.⁣⁣⁣
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And that matters most.⁣⁣⁣
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⁣Words by https://www.instagram.com/livingfullaftered/
📸: https://www.instagram.com/momisdrawing/

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"'Being a stay at home mum is harder on my sanity. Being a working mum is harder on my heart...' and I’d like to add trying to work from home around your kids in 23-minute shifts can leave you feeling like you’re failing both.

As someone who has done all three, I know first hand that each scenario has its challenges, but also its joys... There were days as a SAHM I longed for the solo commute with an uninterrupted coffee, and days as a working mum I would be crying on a deadline just wanting to be home bathing my babies... So whichever spot you are in right now, if you’re not feeling like you’re doing enough, or managing it all - just know that this mother juggle leaves most of us feeling like we’re failing something at some time. So instead of focusing on what we’re not doing, let’s focus on what we are, on the little joys, because however we’re doing it, we’re doing a good job 💓"

📷: NOT SO MUMSY

I learned from my mother
That women are strong
That life can be difficult
But we go on

She taught to be soft
On those finding life hard
To help protect those
Who’ve already been scarred

To work when I need to
But otherwise play
That night time’s for dreaming
But so is the day

To be gentle with those
Who are tough on themselves
To share out my love
But save some for myself

To stand up to those
Who would walk over me
To hold up my head
When I’m down and feel weak

To only apologise
When I am wrong
To know that there’s always
A place I belong

To trust in my future
And treasure my past
To smash it each time
That the ceiling is glass

To find the lessons
In relationships lost
Because some things in life
Are not worth what they cost

But what she taught most
About life and of worth
Was that it is only
The best I deserve

And maybe your mother
Has taught you the same
But if she has not
Well, then I’m here today

To say that you too
Deserve only the best
To live out the life
That exists in your head

To find your own strength
And to dream and stand tall
To trust you might fly
When you think you could fall

So never stop dreaming
And never give up
Because, mother or not
You are worthy of love

💗💗

Becky Hemsley 2022
Beautiful artwork by Katie m. Berggren



This poem is from my second collection here
https://a.co/d/alTSVTZ

You might have the ‘wild child’
The one who speaks their mind
The one who doesn’t listen
Where patience is hard to find

The one who does it on their own
Who doesn’t need your help
With stubborn ways, and on those days
Will turn you inside out

The one that they call ‘naughty’
Where strangers roll their eyes
The one labelled as ‘hard’
Who often yells, or cries

But often it’s forgotten
These ones aren’t really ‘wild’
They’re tiny humans learning
And, in fact, they’re just a child

They’re the ones who feel things deeply
Who will have a voice that’s strong
They’ll lead with that big heart of theirs
And stand up to what is wrong

They’ll challenge our way of thinking
They’re gentle, brave and bold
And they picked us to guide them
In a world that can feel cold

So maybe they seem ‘hard’ right now
But they’ll change the way we live
With so much good to come, you’ll see
With so, so much to give.

Beautiful Chaos book is out in 5 days! Pre order here with this poem: www.jessicaurlichs.com/shop

❤

Nem sempre o que deixa de existir deixa de estar. Às vezes, deixar de existir é apenas outra forma de estar. É como a chuva. Ao parar de chover, a chuva deixa de existir como chuva, mas a sua água infiltrou-se nos campos e regou as flores e juntou-se ao leito dos rios como memória da chuva que um dia será novamente. Nem sempre o que deixa de existir deixa de estar. O corpo das coisas que habitam o mundo pode morrer e pode desaparecer da nossa vista, mas nunca morrerá aquilo que nos habita e o coração não precisa de ver para crer. Deixar de existir não é deixar de estar presente. Há coisas e pessoas que foram e que nunca deixarão de ser. Mesmo que os seus passos deixem de se ouvir e que o seu olhar deixe de cair sobre o nosso como a chuva quando chega o tempo de parar de cair, já o som desses passos e a luz desse olhar se infiltraram em nós e somos nós esse leito de que o nosso amor é feito. Não faz mal que a chuva deixe de ser chuva quando permanece naquilo que regou.

ilustração de Leah Piken Kolidas