Living with anxiety

    Mindful motherhood

    Mindful motherhood wasn’t on my mind this morning, as I was frantically trying to put away piles of folded laundry while organising my day and the week ahead. In my rush, I snapped at my eldest son for throwing tantrums.

    As soon as I gave my toddler time out, I began to feel rallied up again, as I usually do when I’m feeling anxious. I stepped back, took a few deep breaths, sighed, went into the bathroom, knelt on the floor next to my son and asked him why he was having a meltdown.

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