11/17/2025
let me be clear: I’m not against celebrating pregnancy.
We should celebrate it. Marking that threshold matters. Honoring the initiation matters.
But I want us to keep questioning why the celebration stops the moment the mother crosses into the part that actually requires a village. Because after the baby comes, the glow evaporates. Doctor appointments stop. Support becomes silence. Curiosity turns into judgment. The “pregnant princess” becomes the “postpartum pauper” overnight.
This isn’t accidental, it’s structural.
Patriarchy and capitalism exalt a woman as a vessel while abandoning the actual mother who now has needs, limits, boundaries, and a psyche in transition.
So what would it look like to lift the mother up and honor her profound shift in identity? To recognize that she is not just the bump, not just the performance of pregnancy, but a whole human on the cusp of an ego death so massive it will dismantle and rebuild her, and if supported, has the power to dismantle and rebuild us, too.
Because a mother’s initiation is never just personal. When she becomes more whole, more awake, more rooted in herself, the systems around her are forced to evolve.
Imagine if our rituals reflected that. Postpartum nourishment instead of party décor. Community instead of comparison.
Support instead of spectacle. Celebrate the pregnancy, yes.
But let’s stop pretending the initiation ends there. The real transformation begins after birth…and that’s where the mother needs the celebration most.