Wow, it’s been a minute. When I started this blog, my daughter was just a tiny little thing - and honestly, I was still figuring it all out myself. I was knee deep in nappies, up all hours feeding, and trying to make sense of the beautiful chaos that comes with being a new mum. This blog kind of became my little corner to vent, reflect, and feel like I wasn’t the only one going through it.
Fast forward to now - my daughter is ten. Yep, double digits! Well, she's going to be eleven next month. So that’s more than a decade of motherhood, which also means ten years of evolving, questioning, and a fair bit of soul shifting. I’m no longer the mum chasing a sticky fingered toddler while Peppa Pig blares in the background. I’m the mum of a girl who’s growing into herself, asking big questions, pulling away and clinging close all at once. It’s sweet, it’s scary, and honestly, the most incredible ride.
My beautiful girl is changing everyday and growing into such a curious, independent and bold little person. It's fascinating watching her go from a tiny little babbling baby to a clever and fierce young lady. I'm learning how to mother a person who is no longer that little girl that needed magical fairy dust to help with cuts to her knee or sprinkled on her head when she was feeling sad. It's a new kind of dance that is always joyful, sometimes painful and ever so humbling. But while she’s stepping into her next chapter, it's a new one for me too.
🌿A New Era of Me
A new era for me! Motherhood has changed me in so many ways and now I have entered a completely, unexpected phase of my own. A chapter where fertility, figuring out who I am, and reclaiming my sense of self are all riding up front.
The realisation caught me off guard in one of those quiet moments that arrives without warning. I looked into the mirror and didn’t quite recognise the woman looking back. I smiled, and was met with a face gently marked by time with fine lines tracing her forehead, soft creases around her eyes and mouth. Her once brilliant blue eyes had faded just a little, their sparkle now shared with a fuller, rounder face and a few rebellious chin hairs. She was familiar but changed - an echo of who I once was, shaped by years I hadn’t realised were passing.
It suddenly hit me that I don’t know who I am anymore. For the past ten years, I’ve been wrapped up in motherhood, with my daughter at the very heart of everything. Somewhere along the way, I faded into the background of my own life. Who am I beyond 'Mum'? What do I actually want for myself now? I’m not sure I’ll find the answers anytime soon, but I do know that I need this little corner of the internet to help embrace this new era. Real, honest, and exactly as I am - rogue hairs and all.
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So here we are with a fresh start with a different rhythm, a more grown voice, and a heart wide open. The blog won't be able the toddler milestones anymore, sticker charts or trying to navigate our way through primary school - it will be about what comes next!
- Parenting through the middle years
- The emotional weight of fertility and uncertainty
- Reclaiming myself, my voice, and my space as a woman
If you've been here since the early years of motherhood - thank you! If you're new here I really hope you find something real here or something that resonates with you. This is motherhood, womanhood, and everything in between.
So here's to this new chapter... for me, for her, and maybe for you too.
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