We had a celebration of a weekend with Marion’s seventh Birthday. What a Joy!

Love that Girl!

It has been a long week. I feel exhaustion in my bones. Weariness falls heavy, awkward, a stumbling block around my daily activities. Last night I craved sleep, restlessness the thief of my peace. I wondered in those dark hours why last week the same motions took little effort and now moments later everything seems dismal. I cried and prayed, and felt the wonder of giving and giving untill the seams of life furl. Heaven gracefully whispered soul wisdom,

~ Sometimes the cup spills empty ~

The Mothering gift withers, dries, cracks and in the parched hours of giving, we panic. Mother’s have you ever dared the impossible, manipulate ways to run below the empty line? Eventually does it catch up ~ our
ambitions halted? Our grip slips, and feelings of emptiness scratch our soul.



Life tells us it is TIME to slip away, ease back, shut the door for a few hours, steal away, go searching for refreshment. Our cup needs filling!

Dainty china, my favourite piece, detailed by hand brushed strokes, reminisce of years slipped away. Beautiful porcelain used thin, no longer able to cup purpose. I display her in my visual, a daily reminder that use ~ wears. Something delicate needs to be cherished, maintained, occasionally refurbished. A moment of solace preserves spirit, your kaleidoscopeing beauty.



We all have a place that makes our hearts sing. For some it will be a daily five-minute fill-up, or feet meeting pavement in the early mornings, a long walk drinking the scenes of nature, Starbucks latte, uninterrupted dinner date, annual weekend alone…

We all need a place to rest, heal, and recover. We need the mending of busyness, an escape from giving.

BUT ~ BUT ~ BUT

I lament with you, lets echo each others excuses, the funds have run dry, children are sick, they need us, we have no babysitter, there is that growing mound called laundry and oh…I do not deserve it!

Did you know that every force of nature has moments of rest, winter slumbers the burst of warm months, rain quenches parched lands, birds sit while rest births life, and a rainbow marries storm and sun. This is the ebb and flow of natural Mothering. Realizing that we give, and give and then we must ~ must pause, replenish ~ store up, so we can return capable to the demanding job of Mothering.

We can not serve empty!

Do we really want to?

Fuel life ~ by choosing to rest; in respect of our role as a Mother and the person behind that title ~ You!



Mother’s you are the guests of honour on Mondays and because you mother, are the giver of gifts, and pour out from your life ~ life to your children. I wish to send you something to let you know you are remarkable! And I know that! I know you often give more then you have to give. Every week I will have a little treasured package carefully chosen out to bless your mothering ambitions. All you must do is quietly slip your name into my inbox and I will fold your name into a draw. On Fridays I will randomly choose one of your beautiful names, then as quickly as I can, get it sent off to balm your long days. Email me at rogerandrosaleen@gmail.com and I would be delighted to add your name to this weeks gift give away.

It has been a filled week, joyfully communicating with Mother's from all over this beautiful globe. I have been lifted just knowing I am in company with valiant Mother's. You Amaze Me! It is my pleasure to be sending a gift this week to a warm and encouraging Mother. A leader of four with new baby sweetness filling her arms. I am wishing I could slip into your home being a help around your laundry room, washing tiny baby clothes with lavender details!

A layer of fine sugar powders my kitchen with festives. Colours and sprinkle, laughter and anticipation are spilling into our home. Sweetness, her self is changing ages, six going on seven! I am wondering if I can do this…kiss that six-year-old good-bye! I ache with thanksgiving and wonder at the grace of seven whole, healthy, full years.



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She is simply exquisite!

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A large and heartfelt thanks needs to be said to a very dear and always generous friend Laurie, who hand made the ~ M ~ a crown for Marion’s cake. I am sure she will take orders for any celebrations in your life…you should see the ones she has made for Lachlan’s 1st birthday!



With my mind in gift giving mode, can I mention to all you incredible Mother’s, I would love to give you a gift! I am incredibly grateful to the women who have been my friends and companions on this Mothering road, I would be thrilled to meet you and call you friend. Please email me at rogerandrosaleen.blogspot.com. I am always up for a chat with one of you! I would love to hear from you tonight, so I could enter your name for a chance to receive this week’s Mothering gift!