There seems to be a recurrent theme this week in my consultation room. We mothers think that we can do it all, non-stop, one thing after the other, from 6.30am to 8.30pm or whatever time it is that our angels go to bed. And that, every day, every month, every year. We just think that we can charge through this for as many years it takes for the kids to become independent.

Really?

No wonder so many mums are exhausted, depressed or resenting their marriages. No wonder they have forgotten who they are, what they like doing or what their dreams were to start with. There is no time to breathe, between the endless lunch boxes, school pick ups, soccer practices, etc... And worse, there is no time to have FUN, to look at something beautiful or to simply have a hot cup of tea. One mother I recently saw was hooked on smoking, no matter how hard she tried to give up. Why? I suspect those few minutes on her own in the garden, shooinkids banned from coming close, are the only minutes in the day she allows herself to be alone and to breathe deeply. We all need to Pause, so that we can remember that life is to be lived now and cannot be postponed.

It doesn't take much, you know? Many of my clients think that they have to enrol in a gym (and then resent the fact that they never have the time to go) or embark in a course of study. I have just suggested to a gorgeous client with no time available that she plays music while cooking and dances to it. She smiled. What a gift. I hope she tries it.

Right, I am off to do some errands before picking up the girls (:-)...this blog was my Pause...