( a poem for the day you snapped ) It grows – believe it or not The love you feel, the feelings you have All of it grows As do they Your children But love Gets stronger, stronger, so strong it almost suffocates The intensity, it’s a lot! These children of ours, true gifts of God in every ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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What Cancer Taught Me About Everything I Thought I Knew
There is something about the word cancer that changes the air in the room. Even writing it here feels heavy still. Before cancer, I thought I understood what mattered. I thought I knew what I valued. I thought I knew how quickly life could change, considering the spinal cord injury my husband ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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The ‘Good Enough’ Mother: Why Lowering Your Expectations Will Change The Way You Parent
Do you ever feel like you’re running a race where the finish line keeps moving? You wake up with the best intentions. Today, you’ll be the Mum who doesn't snap. Today, the kitchen will stay tidy, the snacks will be organic, and you’ll finally conquer that ever-growing pile of washin. But by ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Working Mum Guilt: 7 Reasons It’s a Cultural Trap, Not a Personal Failure
Hey there, Mama. Take a deep breath for a second. If you’re reading this while hiding in the loo for two minutes of peace, or while eating a cold lunch at your desk between end-to-end Teams meetings, I want you to know something: You are doing a phenomenal job. But I know that’s not what that ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Poems About Mom Guilt: Truths For When You Feel Like You’re Failing
If you’re reading this, welcome; I want to start by saying something: you’re not a bad mom. I know that might sound throwaway line-ish, but I mean it with everything inch of my being. The fact that you’re even searching for poems about mom guilt tells me your heart is full, not empty. It tells ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Poems About Strength: Finding Power in Verse
When life is challenging or overwhelming, we have the option of turning to art and creativity for comfort and inspiration. Now poetry - with its magical way of distilling complex emotions into words, has long been a source of resilience for readers around the world - including me, and in this post, ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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The Radical Act of Softening: Why Motherhood Demands a Reconstruction (Not a Return)
In this modern parenting space we find ourselves in, we're going through what I can only describe as a busyness pandemic. Everywhere you look, there's noise. Movement. Pressure. Expectations whispering that we should be 'doing more, achieving more, bouncing back faster' yada yada yada. As a ...
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Short Poems to Uplift and Encourage
A gentle breath for moms and busy women who carry the whole world in their minds. Some days, life feels loud. SUPER LOUD. The living room's full of noise, the to-do list stretches into forever, and your heart is carrying complex emotions no one else can see. You love your family. You care ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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The Motherhood Manual They Forgot to Write: 5 Truths To Set You Free
Modern motherhood is truly a landscape of contradictions. We're flooded with advice from every corner; books, social media, well-meaning relatives and yet, it’s easy to feel completely unseen in your real, day-to-day struggles. The pressure to be perfect, to “do it all,” and to feel nothing but ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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A Gentle Guide to the Emotional Load Of Motherhood
Welcome. The journey you're on as a mom is one of the most profound experiences life has to offer - a beautiful and complex path filled with incredible joy, fierce love, unexpected challenges, and, at times, completely overwhelming feelings that you just don't know what to do with. This guide to ...
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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You Are Not Behind (Even If It Feels Like Everyone Else Is Ahead)
There is a certain kind of ache that settles quietly. Sometimes it shows up in the evening, when the house is finally still. And other times, it sneaks in while you’re scrolling, or maybe standing in the kitchen, or even watching someone else step into a life milestone you thought you’d have reached ...
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
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Poetry on Mothers: Where Love & Motherhood Meet
If there’s one thing that carries us mothers through the (seemingly eternal) early mornings, hard times, and everything else in between… it’s our own, ever flowing, love we feel for our babies; a love that grows roots and blossoms like flowers (even when we feel absolutely cream-crackered - ...
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