18/11/2025
Becoming the New in Motherhood ✨🪄
Becoming a mother will break you. Not because you’re weak. But because you’re expanding into something far more vast than who you were before.
With Asher, I resisted the becoming. Even after he was born, I clung tightly to the version of me I thought I had to preserve, I craved ‘fun Cass’ the spontaneous, social, free-spirited one. I tried to keep the old world alive while simultaneously holding a newborn in my arms and holding so much grief!
And I get it now. That resistance was part of that journey. But this time, this new soul, I feel it differently.
The breakdown is more intense.
More primal.
More honest.
This time, I can’t pretend.
I feel the grief pouring through my cells, grief for the version of me I’m leaving behind, for the simplicity of life before, for the parts of myself that won’t return in the same way again.
This soul is initiating me already.
Stripping away illusions.
Peeling back the layers to what’s real.
Making me have a good hard look at myself.
And it’s hard to explain, but I want it to break me this time. I want to let it. Because I trust that what’s forming on the other side is truer, deeper, and more aligned with who I came here to be.
There’s a sacred surrender in letting the old fall away.
In not rushing to “bounce back,” but instead learning to breathe deeper into the mystery of this becoming.
Motherhood is not a role, it’s a death and a rebirth.
And I’m letting myself feel every ache, every contraction, every truth of it.
To all the Mummas in the void:
You are not broken.
You are being remade
Thank you to the beautiful for bringing my vision to life. Your work is pure magic. 🪄📸
And a big thank you to for providing comfort and style through each version of me.
