18/02/2026
Last night was hard.
My almost 2.5 year old is teething and barely slept. The constant wakes made me feel almost frantic. Thoughts of “I can’t do this” and “when does this end?” looping in the dark. The weight of being the default parent felt heavy.
At 6am he woke for the day, climbed over me, turned on the light so “mumma can see,” and asked to read a book.
And just like that, I softened.
The love rushes back in. The irritation melts. But the ache behind my eyes and my tired body are still there.
Later, coffee in bed, I opened Buddhism for Mothers. The first line of the chapter:
“Nothing lasts. All is transitory or in the process of change.”
I know this. The hard nights aren’t forever. The sweetness isn’t either. It’s all shifting.
But knowing something is temporary doesn’t mean it isn’t hard while you’re in it.
The book says our children are our spiritual teachers, our zen masters, sent to challenge our every expectation, opinion and character trait.
And today I recognise something in myself too:
I need nurturing.
I need care.
I need space to exhale.
So I’ll surround myself with other mothers.
I’ll drink good coffee.
I’ll have honest conversation.
I’ll book something that fills me up.
I hold space for Earthed Mama, but I need to be held too.
If you’re in a season that feels heavy and beautiful all at once, this is your reminder that regulating yourself matters.
When you soften, your whole home feels it.
I’ll be holding space this Saturday at 3pm for gentle movement and deep rest.
A small group. Just mums. No pressure.
You’re welcome if you need it 🤍
