19/04/2026
7 years ago, I met a version of myself I didn’t know existed.
As I journeyed through birth for the first time, I leaned into her strength, her trust, her determination. My body knew what to do - moving, breathing, surrendering through the night. It felt like something instinctive and powerful took over… holding me, protecting me.
Since then, that version of me - the confident matriarch, the intuitive mother - has gently shed everything that no longer fits, guiding me closer to my purpose and what truly matters.
And I know I’m not alone in that.
Motherhood has a way of reshaping us, again and again. It asks us to let go, to grow, to meet parts of ourselves we never knew were there.
7 years later, I’ve never been so tired - but I’ve never felt so connected. My body aches in ways I never knew - yet I’ve never felt stronger.
So much of who I am now is rooted in loving, caring for, and protecting my children… and in holding space for other mothers as they move through their own transformative journeys.
And through it all, I keep coming back to this - we are allowed to change. We are meant to.
To every mama reading this: in these precious, demanding, all-consuming years, please remember to look after yourself. To soften where you can, to ask for support, to honour the version of you that exists today.
And to celebrate every new version of yourself you meet along the way - because she is worthy, she is evolving, and she is becoming exactly who she needs to be. 🧡
