Sunday surf…

A round up of some interesting reading you may have missed…

There are certain things we all “know”, that all health agencies and writers on all aspects of health refer to, one is drinking at least 2 litres of water – not tea, coffee or milk a day – this is rubbish according to thehealth authorities, medics and researcher – not fact but misinterpretation of a scientist’s 1970’s statement purposely pushed by… yes, you’ve got it… bottled water companies. This is a really interesting article in The Guardian

A post by a new blogger I have discovered: Demand Euphoria opens thus… 
I am not the boss of my family. I didn’t hire my kids as employees, to follow my orders and make me look good. I don’t have a job description in mind for them, a list of responsibilities and tasks they are expected to perform…   It’s more like I’m the hostess of a party. I sent invitations to my kids to join me in my life as honored guests. 

It’s been on my mind a lot… I like the ideas… and the sentiment. It has certainly got me thinking… Certainly it was our choice to welcome our children into this world…. But after that it makes me feel a little guilty and lesser, and not nearly so nice a mama as I should be… which is why I try not to read too much about parenting… I am not, as I regularly tell them, my children’s servants, though they would love me to be. They love to sit in front on the TV and shout demands at me. No, my intention is to raise children with deep love and care… and self-sufficiency. To foster the “I can do it!” feeling and a little hard graft, at times, rather than have them rely on me for everything and get out of the habit of being able to do stuff for themselves. This is partly for my own sanity (see my previous mama bear post), but mainly because I have crossed paths with too many young and not so young adults who were waited on by their parents, and learn to expect it, which in the long run has made them expect others to do it as a matter of course.

I really liked another of her posts: Ten more ways to confuse a child but again left feeling guilty of doing most of them to my kids… oh dear, internal mama-bashing going on in my own head. But then I had a lovely day with my kiddles and decided maybe I shouldn’t be retired to the scrap heap just yet!

But they are great food for thought….

And finally, for something completely different on a great site…

An appreciation of breasts and the life shifting changes that lactating have on you, from a woman’s perspective


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