I met Julie at work, when we were sub-editors at The Courier-Mail. We worked side-by-side for years and I always loved her company. It wasn’t until right towards the end of our respective stints in the salt mines that I learned she was a Pyjama Angel. That’s typical of Jules. She doesn’t shout about those things, but I was blown away by her selfless commitment to others. She’s an inspiration and she’s been kind enough to put together some words on her experience as a Pyjama Angel. It made me a bit teary, so perhaps grab a tissue and read on… Continue reading
GUEST BLOG: I know a lovely blogger who works in an area of the government that makes it impossible for them to post this on their own site. I am posting it for them here. This person has insights and coalface experience relevant to the new powers the Queensland government has handed to school principals.
FIRST of all, let me be clear – my child is happy, well-adjusted and doing OK. Great report card and this adorable kid comes home from school happy most days. This blog post is about motherhood and the struggle we go through trying to give our kids not just a good childhood, but a freaking awesome one, and the things we do to ourselves in that endeavour. There were two birthday parties this weekend that my child was not invited to. So naturally that started me off on a fretting frenzy. Can I help my child make friends?
THE first day of school is a major milestone in the motherhood journey. Whether it’s your first or your third child off to begin their institutionalised learning, it’s a big step for them and for mum. Some mums cry, sad to see their child leaving babyhood behind, some are happy, thrilled at the next stage for the family. Here’s a first person account from two very different mothers about their child’s first day – one sobbed (Yvette, pictured left) and one jumped for joy (me, in the glasses). Continue reading
AT breakfast the other morning, my five-year-old daughter picked up the cereal box to pour some into her bowl and discovered her brothers had emptied it ahead of her. “What the hell?” came out of her mouth, as she glared menacingly at the cereal stealers. Of course, I raised an eyebrow. **Warning: This post features swear words.**
The UK nurse who killed herself following an Australian talkback radio prank has left the chattering classes all atwitter with recriminations about who is to blame for the tragic turn of events. The hospital, the radio jocks, the nurse’s colleagues – all are copping a share. Rebecca Sparrow has highlighted a point not-often spoken of in connection with the adult world, but which has been doing the rounds in parenting and childcare circles for a while – resilience.
I have just finished my first stint as tuckshop helper – and it was a revelation. My boys are in Year 2 and Year 1, so it’s a job I’ve been gearing up for, along with joining the P&C. (What can I say? I’m a joiner-inner). So, how did it go?And did I manage to stop myself scoffing all the party pies?
Easter is a deeply religious holiday for Christians but when I did some research on this festive time I learned it pre-dates Christianity and has pagan roots. And that many of the symbols we associate with Christianity – eggs and rabbits and hot cross buns – have nothing at all to do with Christ or the cross. A feast of information and discussion at chez Moore of late…
So, in an odd coincidence, this week religion, and of course, atheism reared their controversial heads again. I learned this week that my children’s school has overlooked my wishes for my children to be excluded from religion classes and has in fact had my son attending religious
education indoctrination classes!