Essential Oils, Faith

Why I love Essential Oils

Okay, so if you’ve been following any of my social media platforms in the last 6 months or so then you will know I have become slightly obsessed with essential oils. But do you know why? Let me tell you.

Last summer my life turned upside down in the most beautiful way, however with it came the weight of responsibility, unwanted anxiety and days of despair such as I have never known.

But Jesus. Oh, I have a Saviour who cares so much about ALL things, and He set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

Jesus set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

For God works all things together for the good of those who love Him. Romans 8:28

So, as I sat mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, trying to distract myself from my thoughts, I came across the lovely Lucy Wilman. I had been following Lucy for a few months through a mutual friend and she often talked about how she used essential oils at home with her family. I always thought of them as a ‘nice to have’ luxurious way to fragrance your home, but Lucy talked about them as if they could actually affect how you feel.

I usually added her posts to my list of ‘things-I-will-buy-when-I-finally-make-it-in-life’ and carried on scrolling, but one day a post struck a chord.

Lucy was sharing a Tired Mumma Survival Kit, and whats more, she was giving some away. I commented to enter and lo and behold, I won! Now the kit was actually designed to help restless babies settle down for the night, but it was my own struggles with sleep that this kit appealed to.

Tired Mama Kit

I received a sleepy balm containing Lavender + Frankincense essential oils in coconut oil, a sample of Peace & Calming essential oil and a roller bottle containing En-R-Gee essential oil and sweet almond oil for during the day.

I duly followed the instructions; rubbed the balm on my chest and added a drop of Peace & Calming to my pillow before bed. I laid my head down expecting the usual couple of hours of staring into space, followed by fitful bursts of sleep. The next thing I knew my iPhone alarm was going off and the children were chatting excitedly as they came into my room.

I had slept. All night.

I messaged Lucy asking her what wonder drug she had sent me. The reply came that these were no drugs, they were the pure essential oils, distilled and bottled by Young Living. Lucy told me that plants contain chemical constituents that can support every single system in the human body, physically and emotionally, with the power of nature alone.

As a keen nature lover and aspiring eco-warrior, I was all in. I saved for two months and bought my Premium Starter Kit. I then began an incredible journey learning how to maintain my children’s physical wellness, support my emotional wellbeing and how to rid my home of toxic chemicals.

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Since my kit landed on my doorstep last September, I have lived a healthier, happier life. Is it completely stress-free? Heck no. Have all my anxieties lifted? Nope. But they are few and far between, and when trouble does strike, I now have an arsenal of natural remedies to help support us through any event. From minor bumps to mental clarity, restful sleep to respiratory support, teething to tummy trouble; there is an oil for that.

Want to try essential oils for yourself? You can. Because not only am I a passionate oily mama, I am also an oily educator.

Jesus set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

You see, not only did Jesus give me a natural way to support my health and my families health, He also gave me a business to build. I am now training in aromatherapy and sharing my knowledge with others. I am still at the start of my journey but am so crazy excited for my future. I would like to have you along for the ride, it is going to be epic!

R x

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Parenting

Why first days break hearts

This week social media has been awash with smiling cherubic faces proudly wearing their school uniforms, and behind most camera lens is a misty-eyed parent. Walking my son to school for his very first morning was more than a tad emotional’ his little knees peeping out beneath his freshly ironed shorts and his chubby little hands clutching his book bag. Tears pricked my eyes for the umpteenth time that hour as I watched him skip into the playground to see his friends. Selfishly, I wish that I could stop time and keep him with me always, a small dependent little man who needs me always. The reality is that my four going on fourteen-year-old is more than ready to start school, just like his brother.

Once through the door, rather than waiting for the roll call, my cheeky chappy simply said “It’s OK Mommy, they know me here,” and with that, he bounded down the corridor and grabbed his teacher’s hand. All the feels.

As hard as it was for me to watch my baby step into the world of education, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I want to be front row and centre in every step he takes, and the idea of missing this momentous occasion fills me with horror.

Yet so many parents don’t have a choice.

My heart is heavy for the working mama who couldn’t get the time off to wave her daughter off and had to send Daddy instead. I think of the separated parents who missed out on the first day

I think of the separated parents who missed out on the first day because it ‘wasn’t their week’. I think of the dad who works away for months on end and had to wish his son good luck via FaceTime this morning.

I think of the parents who had to drop their precious child off at wraparound and missed out on the hustle and bustle of 30 excited four-year-old in shiny shoes and new shirts. I think of high profile parents the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge; poor Catherine, pregnant with her third child and suffering from hyperemesis gravidarum, was unable to watch her firstborn take his first steps into education. As she witnessed the milestone on social media like everyone else, it must have broken her heart.

Then there are the parents whose doorways are empty. The moms and dads whose babies grew angel wings far too soon and didn’t live to their fourth birthday. These parents know all too well that their child should have had their first day at school this week, yet there are no new shoes in the hallway, excited chatter in the home or pictures on the walls.

I deeply appreciate how blessed I am to be a mom of three. I have always dreamed of being a parent, and although I fail massively on a fairly regular basis, I wouldn’t trade the tantrums and tears for anything. This week has been a week of firsts, the first year in Juniors for my eldest, the first day in school for my second son, and the first day juggling three children on a school run. But it was a moment that I was able to be part of thanks to being self-employed, thanks to a loving God, and a supportive husband, and a moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.

As much as it hurts to let them go and let them grow, the ability to be able to stay home and nurture three little lives is a privilege. So as I blink back tears at the unfairness of time not standing still and feel sorry for myself this coming week, I will remember in my prayers those who would give anything to be in my position.

R x

 

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Parenting

You make it possible

Wednesday is my favourite day of the week. Why? Because it is a downhill slide on your backside to the weekend! Anyone who is parenting one small person (or multiples if you are truly reckless like me) will know that when your other half walks through the door on a Friday you can finally relax knowing that no longer are you the only source of entertainment / food / drink / discipline in the house.

To all the Dad’s, Step Dads, partners and parents of stay at home or self-employed moms; we salute you.

You make it possible to face another day of refereeing bickering boys and darling divas. You make coffee. Seriously, this is better than diamonds for most mommas! (OK maybe not quite). You make it possible for us to cook a reasonable dinner once or twice a week while you entertain the masses. You make it possible for us to resist cracking open a bottle of Pinot Grigio before 7pm (just).

But, more importantly, because you are working all the hours of the day (and night) you make it possible for us to do the school runs and wish our babies a great day as we wave them on. You make it possible for us to sit in assemblies with tear-soaked tissues as we watch our little one make their stage debut. You make it possible for us to cheer them on at sports days and you make it possible for us to be at home to mop fevered brows and give cuddles on demand when needed.

Children need their mommas, whether that is a birth mom, step-mom, foster mom, adoptive mom or spiritual mom. To be a full-time parent often requires a full-time salary sacrifice, and this usually has to be made up for somewhere else, be that benefits, partners or your own parents.

Being a full-time parent often requires a full-time sacrifice

To other halves everywhere, and especially to my own, thank you for enabling me and other mommas like me to raise our babies at home. Thank you for then coming home to take some of the load off us, despite having had a crazy week yourselves. Whether  we are juggling diapers or deadlines, you are our constant source of love, support, encouragement, guidance and strength. On the days when we can’t go on, or flat-out just don’t want to, it is your hand that pulls us up, dusts us down and sets us on our way again.

You make it possible.

We couldn’t do it without you, and quite frankly we wouldn’t want to.

R x

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