Wild Heart Motherhood, Winnipeg, MB (2025)

07/19/2025

Red clover drying in the rack.
Yarrow strung up in bundles.

My medicine basket is full this season.
These are the herbs I’m tending, gathering, and working with right now:
✨ Yarrow – for cuts, fevers, and boundaries. Warrior energy in a wildflower.

✨ Plantain – for stings, bites, and splinters. The bandaid of the backyard.

✨ Calendula – for skin soothing and solar warmth. I use her in oils and salves for everything from rashes to rough patches.

✨ Chamomile – for calming, digestion, and softening the edges of a long day.

✨ Red Clover – for hormonal balance and gentle detox. A humble bloom with deep wisdom.

Some are drying for infusions.
Others will become oils or salves.
None of this is complicated.
It’s just slow, intentional, grounded care.
🌼

If you’ve been feeling the pull to work with herbs, this is your sign to start small.

Start with one.
Build a relationship.
Let the plants teach you.

And if you’re ready to dive deeper into learning herbalism, the link in my bio will take you to the school I’m studying through. It’s a beautiful place to begin.

07/16/2025

This isn’t how many of us were raised.

A lot of us grew up with yelling, threats, and punishments.
With silence or shame instead of repair.
With “because I said so” instead of conversation.
With the goal being obedience—quick, quiet compliance.

But many of us are choosing something different now.
We’re pausing—breathing before we speak.
Letting emotions have space instead of shutting them down.

We’re teaching consent around hugs.
We’re normalizing mistakes.
We’re reaching for relationship instead of reaction.

Not because it’s easy.
But because we want to do better.
To raise kids who feel safe in their bodies and at home in themselves.

Every time we choose differently,
we’re parenting with awareness.
And sometimes, that’s healing in itself.

What’s something you’re doing differently in your parenting?
What shift has felt the most powerful?

07/14/2025

She got a sliver in her hand.
Not deep, but just enough to cause that sharp intake of breath.
Just enough to bring the tears.

I could’ve reached for tweezers or told her to be brave.
But instead, I walked to the edge of the yard and picked a plant I don’t go a season without using.

Broadleaf plantain (Plantago major)

I crushed the leaf and pressed it gently over the spot.
Within minutes, the sliver rose to the surface.
Just like magic.

She watched it happen with wide eyes.
Calm replaced panic.
And that little plant became unforgettable.

Now she spots it everywhere.
Calls it by name.
Tells other kids what it can do.

That it helps with bug bites and stings.
That it draws out slivers.
That it can soothe and seal like a plant-based bandaid.

The natural world is full of medicine—
if we learn to see it.

Want to start learning how to work with the plants growing around you?
Send me a DM—I’d love to share where I started and what’s been most helpful along the way.

07/12/2025

This week in our little world…

He didn’t fall asleep, but insisted on snuggling in with his book.
We spotted a red-winged blackbird at the feeder.
Our calendula bloomed with the wildest tangle of petals.
There were water fights and mermaid towels,
a rare family selfie,
and a whole lot of foam axes flying through the living room.

A quiet little world,
full of noise, mess, magic.
And ours.

07/12/2025

I turned 34 today.

And while I didn’t make a big deal of it,
something in me softened—
opened a little wider.

For the last few years,
I’ve been deep in the thick of mothering.
Feeding. Tending. Surviving.
My own needs folded neatly beneath everyone else’s.

But lately, I feel something shifting.
A quiet return.
Like I’m turning the corner of being just momma
and remembering Erin again.

Not instead of motherhood—
but alongside it.

There’s more clarity in my vision now.
I’m feeling the pull to grow this space—Wildheart Motherhood—
to keep shaping something that feels true to where I am now,
and the kind of medicine I want to bring forth into the world.

It’s a season of expansion.
But it’s also rooted in something deeper—
a well of compassion that’s been earned
in the quiet, chaotic, everyday moments of raising tiny humans.

I’m not in a rush.
But I am listening.
And I’m grateful—for the love, the lessons,
and the steady return to myself.

07/04/2025

I hit submit on our first official homeschooling form—
the Notification to Homeschool.

It’s our first year where it actually “counts.”
Where we’re not just living it,
but reporting it.

And I felt,
a rush of excitement,
the flutter of nerves,
the deep inhale of “here we go.”

This isn’t new to us.
We’ve been doing the learning,
the slow days,
the muddy boots and questions and wonder.

But something about making it official landed differently.
It made it real in a new way.
Visible.

And underneath it all,
a steady knowing:
this is exactly where we’re meant to be.

Even on the uncertain days.
When the days don’t flow.
And our rhythm stumbles.
Homeschooling feels like home.

07/02/2025

Lately I’ve been noticing how different our family rhythm feels compared to what’s “normal” around us.

The school kids talk about TikTok dances and cell phones.
The neighbors talk about world news and the latest games.
And we’re over here watching birds nest in our tree.
Counting worms in the garden.
Listening to the wind shift.

It’s not better.
It’s just ours.

We don’t keep up with what’s trending—because we’re paying attention to what’s here.

We value presence over productivity.
Connection over control.
Nature over noise.
Curiosity over content.
Community over competition.

It’s not always easy to feel out of step.
But this pace feels honest.
This rhythm feels like home.

🌿
What does your family value—especially when it’s not what everyone else is doing?

07/01/2025

He was up again. Over and over.
By morning, I’d barely slept—
and still had to show up.

Make breakfast.
Wipe noses.
Hold it all.

I felt myself fraying.
The urge to snap sat in my chest like a held breath.

But I didn’t.
Not because I wasn’t exhausted.
But because I’ve been learning.

Learning to pause.
Learning to stay.
Reaching for softness, even when it feels far.

You’ll make it through.
Tired. Tender. Still here.
That’s enough.

🌿If today felt heavy, I’m with you.
Drop a 🌱 if you’re in the thick of it too.

06/30/2025

Tantrums can feel like everything is unraveling.
But so often… they’re a call for co-regulation.

In this season of five — with all its blooming brain shifts and tender edges — I’m learning to steady myself first.

To soften. Breathe. Widen.

To stay present without rushing her through it.

She’s learning how to be with big emotions.
And I’m learning how to hold space while she does.

That’s the work.
That’s the rhythm.
That’s the storm — and the return.

06/28/2025

One more hug.

Every night, just before bed, he calls her name.
Like he knows morning is too far away without one last squeeze.
She giggles, runs in close, and wraps him up.
Their own little ritual of love — and I get to witness it.

Heart full.

06/26/2025

I used to complain about this backyard.
Too small.
Too rocky.
Not really usable.
So we’d stay inside… or head out somewhere “better.”

I grew up with five acres of space to roam.
Grass underfoot. Trees overhead.
Endless summers at the lake with my grandparents.
And I have dreams of that again
A future homestead,
open land, mature trees, a thriving permaculture garden.
One day, we’ll get there.

But lately, I’ve been choosing to love what’s here now.

The deck we built last year gave us a place to land.
The umbrella we added gave us shade.
The pool and water table, gifts from family.
And now, a swing set passed along by kind neighbours.

It’s still small. It’s still a rock yard.
But now it’s our space.
And my kids?
They don’t seem to notice what’s missing.
They just play. Imagine. Laugh.
Turning this little yard into a whole world.

I’m learning to meet them there, camp chair under the umbrella, feet in the sun,
finding joy in what’s already working.

06/22/2025

🌸 Gathering Red Clover
Today’s harvest: red clover — soft, vibrant, and full of quiet power.

This humble bloom has been a beloved ally for centuries, especially for women’s bodies. From hormone balance to skin support, red clover works gently but deeply.

Swipe through to learn how I use it in teas, salves, and nourishing infusions 💫

✨ Curious about how to start working with herbs yourself? Drop a question in the comments or send me a DM — and follow along as we turn this harvest into something magical.

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