05/11/2026
I didn’t realize motherhood would rewrite my understanding of love.
I always knew I wanted to be a mother, even when I was a child myself. There was something within me that felt open to it—something that knew motherhood would be a path into my own feminine power.
I’m deeply grateful to have experienced life as a mother. It’s brought a profound awareness and compassion for my own childhood, and for what my mother may have carried while raising me. I’ve learned about unconditional love—and I’ve also learned what it looks like when we drift away from it.
Nothing has challenged me quite like being a mom. I’ve seen the ways I’ve led with fear instead of love, and how I’ve tried to control outcomes to manage what I was afraid to feel. And still, I’ve known moments of such stillness and expansive love that I thought I might burst.
I’ve felt a fierce, instinctive protection—for those I love, for what I know, and eventually even for what I don’t. I also hold deep awareness for those in my life who didn’t or couldn’t have children, and the grief that can live there when that dream doesn’t unfold.
Because of this, I feel called to expand the definition of motherhood. Motherhood lives in everything we create, nurture, protect, and bring into being—gardens, communities, ideas, art. Whenever we create, we are in relationship with the divine feminine.
She meets us in our fierceness and our care. She stands with us as we rise for one another, as we speak truth, as we protect, as we nurture.
Honoring all the ways you mother—children, dreams, communities, and the world. 🌱