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Posted On: September 8th 2026, 03:36 pm
Pretty crazy, how the house has suddenly become so quiet.
Mornings used to be my worst times, as a mother.
Packing up school bags, trying to find just ONE BLASTED pair of matching socks, shoving feet into shoes, getting sandwiches prepped… and that’s before I’ve even thought about what I need to pack for myself for work.
All on so little sleep. The sleep deprivation making the workload of motherhood feel so much heavier.
But suddenly, it’s all very quiet.
Even as I sit here and write, I can hear the wind outside.
No TVs blaring, no thousand questions, no need for me to focus on my own self regulation.
Which is pretty crazy.
When I started Mrs m, I wrote a lot about gentle parenting and attachment parenting… it brought me to so many mothers worldwide as we supported each other in times where we felt like we were failing.
Not as an expert but through my own lived experiences.
You see, I remember so vividly as a child, my mum being my anchor. On the hardest days, I’d listen to her breathing, and smell her perfume… she would lie with me every single night. And everything felt suddenly… a little more manageable.
She promoted attachment and gentle parenting during times when it was considered nonsense.
That’s how I knew it was the route I should take with my own children.
It was hard. Nights seemed to roll on forever.
I had to learn to be patient.
I had to unlearn everything society makes us believe…
But thank god my mum was there to remind me that it was the right path.
I still think about those long nights sometimes.
That constant feeling of being needed is so intense.
It’s so hard.
But I’m sat here writing this now. In my kitchen.
No one crashing around.
Just quiet. As high school hours, and social schedules suddenly start to eat into family hours.
And that intense feeling of being needed is now so very far away.
I wouldn’t say I miss it. At the time the tiredness would be crippling… but I do not regret a single day of it.
As a mother, the shouting. The impatience. The moments where children can be so unbelievably loud…
But once the house starts to become quieter and quieter.
That feels almost deafening.
Mornings used to be my worst times, as a mother.
Packing up school bags, trying to find just ONE BLASTED pair of matching socks, shoving feet into shoes, getting sandwiches prepped… and that’s before I’ve even thought about what I need to pack for myself for work.
All on so little sleep. The sleep deprivation making the workload of motherhood feel so much heavier.
But suddenly, it’s all very quiet.
Even as I sit here and write, I can hear the wind outside.
No TVs blaring, no thousand questions, no need for me to focus on my own self regulation.
Which is pretty crazy.
When I started Mrs m, I wrote a lot about gentle parenting and attachment parenting… it brought me to so many mothers worldwide as we supported each other in times where we felt like we were failing.
Not as an expert but through my own lived experiences.
You see, I remember so vividly as a child, my mum being my anchor. On the hardest days, I’d listen to her breathing, and smell her perfume… she would lie with me every single night. And everything felt suddenly… a little more manageable.
She promoted attachment and gentle parenting during times when it was considered nonsense.
That’s how I knew it was the route I should take with my own children.
It was hard. Nights seemed to roll on forever.
I had to learn to be patient.
I had to unlearn everything society makes us believe…
But thank god my mum was there to remind me that it was the right path.
I still think about those long nights sometimes.
That constant feeling of being needed is so intense.
It’s so hard.
But I’m sat here writing this now. In my kitchen.
No one crashing around.
Just quiet. As high school hours, and social schedules suddenly start to eat into family hours.
And that intense feeling of being needed is now so very far away.
I wouldn’t say I miss it. At the time the tiredness would be crippling… but I do not regret a single day of it.
As a mother, the shouting. The impatience. The moments where children can be so unbelievably loud…
But once the house starts to become quieter and quieter.
That feels almost deafening.
Comments (6)
2 months agoiosonolangela
As a mom of three (9, 5 and 0) who is deeply in the daily chaos this is also so beautiful to read. Thank you 🤍
2 months agohatari.travel
Well said dearest Kate - and then comes the time when they actually leave home and you walk passed their rooms with open doors that were mostly closed during their late teens and you want to do your wake up ritual and open the curtains and say your small sentences in your caring motherly joking voice but there is nobody that grunts back! So keep enjoying the teens days as the empty nests days come far too fast!
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