24/01/2026
My daughters in bed asleep, my partners reading on the sofa, and i'm feeling reflective. This second picture was taken at a festival in the summer when it was so hot I felt like I was melting. Now i'm in the depths of winter, bundled up in my dressing gown, eating raw rum truffles and grateful for this still moment.
I visited a friends newborn family to drop food off this week and seeing their beautiful babe, just a couple of days old, had me feel, again, the power of the turning wheel. My daughter is 16 months old now and in full toddler mode! I'm in deep devotion and feel the many ways my world has changed. My Mother season is in full flow. But all past seasons continue to live on and inform me. Each experience layering into the next, integrating. Nothing is lost.
One of the biggest invitations this mothering season confronts me with is to be present. Surely that's one of the biggest invitations life offers, generally? Everything passes. All seasons come and go. Life can't be fully controlled. Babies grow fast. I want to embrace each season fully, and one day look back and say "I really showed up for life". And, "I really showed up for her... and for myself (which are truly one and the same)".
I don't want to spend my life looking forward and waiting. All we have is now. Freedom is here, inside, not over there. We know this, yet the reminder seems crucial. And my Mothering season reminds me like nothing else.
I'm grateful for each season and all their lessons.