10/03/2026
Mothering has stretched me in ways I never imagined, but even more so as they grow older. I never felt or let myself feel how much when they were smaller. I was so completely in it, trying to manage everything at the same time.
It doesnโt matter how full my own cup is or how grounded I feel after a practice. If one of my children is struggling something in me shifts immediately.
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This is something Iโve had to sit with latelyโฆ
Itโs a quick shift, I can feel my body bracing in response, breath becomes shallow and it often feels like Iโm holding on for dear life until it shifts again.
But mothering has also taught me that I cannot help navigating their storms if I am lost in my own. Iโve learned the importance of pausing. To focus on my breath, soften my jaw and my belly.
The work I do on the mat, the slower practices, the caring for my nervous system isnโt separate from mothering. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
It increases my tolerance for chaos, my capacity and my ability to stay when things are loud or messy or tender.
My kids donโt need a perfect mother, they need one that still has the capacity to shift and flex as needed. I want to be able to sit beside them in discomfort without trying to rush it away or immediately trying all the ways to make it better. I want to be the steady one when things are feeling rocky. And I want to be the one that has the capacity to wait just another few minutes before I react.
Some days, that begins with caring for me first, and some days it means going to bed hoping that I could start again. Far from perfect and far from managing everything at the same time. Itโs the biggest and most important work I will ever do.
If youโre in a season where your childโs struggles feel like your own, I see you. Youโre not alone in that deep, unconditional, tethered love ๐ค
