It had been a rough day.
My four-year-old had gone into meltdown because I hadn’t watched him build his Lego aeroplane for the 14th time that morning.
My two-year-old hadn’t slept through the night for … ooh, let me think … about two years.
In quiet time/nap time (with little of either forthcoming), I used up my precious minutes of ‘me time’ on important life-enhancing internet surfing.
An article popped up in my inbox. ‘Are you a mindful parent?’
Oh God, I thought. Am I? And if I’m not, am I a mindless parent?
The term ‘mindful parenting’ immediately made me feel judged. But, as I’m prone to grumpiness and occasional bouts of hysteria when sleep deprived, I took a deep breath and decided to read on.
A few paragraphs in I realised that mindful parenting may have a terrible name, but it’s a great concept.
Mindful parenting… Read the rest