Serene Mama's Collective

12/05/2026

POV: Motherhood cracked you open… and nobody prepared you for that part.

I didn’t post the other day because honestly… motherhood is too sacred, too complex, and too raw to squeeze into a perfectly curated Mother’s Day post.

Behind the flowers, breakfast platters, and smiling photos… there are mothers carrying exhaustion so deep they can’t name it.

Women grieving who they used to be.
Women trying to reconnect with themselves after giving every piece away.
Women holding generations together while quietly falling apart inside.

And yet… there is something profoundly spiritual about motherhood too.

Because motherhood doesn’t just ask you to raise a child.
It asks you to meet the deepest layers of yourself.

Your wounds.
Your softness.
Your rage.
Your conditioning.
Your capacity to love.
Your ability to receive.
Your nervous system.
Your identity.
Your voice.

It strips away who you thought you had to be and invites you into something more honest.

Not perfect.
Not polished.
Just real.

So if mothers day felt heavy instead of magical… you are not alone.
And if you’re somewhere in the in-between of becoming, grieving, healing, awakening, rebuilding. I see you there too.

Motherhood is not just a role.
For many of us, it becomes a rebirth.
And that should be honored and appreciated
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY
Not just on mothers day 🤍

12/04/2026

08/04/2026

Some days it’s chaos, some days it’s calm… today we choose something that fuels me too 🤍

Keeping it simple ➡️ no tracking, no overthinking, just building a balanced plate using my hand as a guide.

❤️

21/03/2026

Just a mama wanting to clean and know the mess isn't going to get bigger while I go 🤣🤞

P.S. - it started raining while I was posting this 🫠

20/03/2026

Loved this mornings reformer class & all the babies had lots of fun too 💜

Thanks for creating this space for us mamas .studio & I am loving the Glo up Challenge 💜🔥

20/02/2026

In simple terms, a prenatal and postnatal coach is a guide who supports women through pregnancy and postpartum with:

• education and preparation
• gentle movement and recovery guidance
• nervous system and emotional support
• routines and lifestyle structure
• confidence and identity shifts in motherhood

I’m currently in the early stages of building my coaching practice, and I’m passionate about doing this ethically and collaboratively.

I’d love to build a referral network with amazing health professionals—doulas, midwives, pelvic health physios, therapists, lactation consultants, and other maternal specialists—so I can help bridge the gap between care and connection.

My vision is to support women holistically and help them find the right professionals when they need specialised care. No mum should feel lost or alone in the system.
Right now, I’m offering free or low-cost coaching in exchange for feedback and testimonials as I build my frameworks and community.

🤍 If you’re pregnant or postpartum and want gentle support, DM me “COACH.”
🤍 If you’re a health professional who loves collaborative care, I’d love to connect—comment or message me.

I believe in a village model of care—where coaching, medical support, and emotional wellbeing work together, not separately.

20/02/2026

So many mums are sent home with a baby and no roadmap for healing, identity, or strength. I’m building my coaching practice because I believe women deserve guidance, education, and real support—not just a pamphlet and a goodbye.

If you’re pregnant or postpartum, tell me what support you wish you had.

03/02/2026

Lately, something has shifted in me...

Since having my third baby, I’ve been carrying this overwhelming feeling that time suddenly feels louder.
Not frantic — just present.

Like I want to slow down, be here, make memories, change things that no longer feel right… before something passes me by.

At first, I questioned myself.
Is this anxiety?
Is it because I’m turning 30 soon?
Is it just the weight of having three children now?

But the more I sit with it, the more I realise — this isn’t fear.
It feels like awareness.

Motherhood has changed how I experience time.
Not in a way that makes me want to rush…
But in a way that makes me want to arrive.

I’m looking at my life differently.
My pace.
My priorities.
My values.
Where my energy goes.
What actually matters.

I’ve had this deep pull to almost reboot things —
to reset my focus,
to realign with what feels meaningful,
to return to study,
to create more intention in how I live and how I show up.

Not because what I have isn’t enough —
but because I want to be more present inside it.
And I think part of this comes from stepping fully into motherhood in a way I haven’t before.
There’s this quiet realisation that with three children, something settles.

Like I’m no longer becoming a mum —
I am one.
A full-blown family.
A deeper level of responsibility, devotion, and embodiment.

It’s not that I wasn’t a mother before —
it’s that this role is now asking me to inhabit it more fully.
And I didn’t arrive at this season easily.
So now that I’m here, I don’t want to miss it.

What I’m learning is that this feeling doesn’t need fixing.
It needs honouring.

This isn’t a crisis.
It’s a threshold.

A quiet crossing from surviving → choosing.
From becoming → embodying.

I’m not running out of time.
I’m waking up to it.
And instead of letting that awareness rush me,
I’m letting it ground me.

If you’re a mother feeling this too — questioning, reflecting, craving more presence or direction — you’re not alone. There’s nothing wrong with you.
Some seasons aren’t meant to be pushed through.
They’re meant to be witnessed.
🤍

15/01/2026

“you’re so lucky you could breastfeed.”

lucky as I researched.
lucky as I fed through cracked ni***es.
through tongue ties.
through pain that made me grip the bed
and bite my tongue every time they latched.

lucky as I cried in the middle of the night.
as I counted the minutes.
as I questioned myself.
as I kept going anyway
even when everything was fighting against us.

it wasn’t luck.
it was endurance.
it was sacrifice.
it was choosing my baby
even when my body was begging me to stop.

so no luck implies chance.
and none of this was just chance.

I was strong.

14/01/2026

I want to share something that feels vulnerable, but honest.

In my last pregnancy, I gave birth at 27 weeks.
I didn’t get stretch marks.
I didn’t get a big third-trimester belly.
And strangely… that made me sad.
It felt like I missed something.

I missed the final stretch of pregnancy.
I missed the physical changes that showed what my body had done.

As much as I didn’t want stretch marks, I also did —
because they felt like proof.
A symbol of what my body was capable of.

The same thing happened with my first birth.
My daughter stopped growing, I was induced, and I never got very big.
Again, my body didn’t reflect the full journey I’d been through.

So this time, when my body changed —
when I gained more weight, felt bigger, noticed stretch marks —

I thought I was ready.
I thought I was embracing it.

But the truth is… I’m struggling more than I expected.
I don’t feel like myself in my clothes.
Nothing fits.
Nothing feels like my style anymore.
And I feel surprisingly insecure and overwhelmed by a body I thought I had made peace with.

It’s confusing to want something for so long,
and then feel emotional when you finally receive it.

I’m learning that two things can be true at once: I can honour what my body has done
and grieve how unfamiliar it feels.

This isn’t about vanity.
It’s about identity.
It’s about adjusting to a body that holds stories, loss, strength, and motherhood in ways I’m still integrating.

If you’re a mother navigating complicated feelings about your postpartum body —
especially after trauma, loss, or a different pregnancy journey —
you’re not ungrateful.
You’re human.

And I’m reminding myself gently: My body doesn’t need to look a certain way to prove what it’s survived.
But it’s okay if my heart needs time to catch up.

This isn't just about holding space for me, it's about holding space for every single mother thats quietly navigating this too.

🤍