
08/07/2025
Little hands. Holding on. Hopeful. Trusting. Loving. Oooophh. Last few days now. And then I will no longer have a morning walk in to primary school. All my children will be in secondary - and donât get me wrong I am so truly grateful and proud of who they are now. But just a momentâs silence please âŚ.
I changed my whole life so I could be more present. In every sense of the word. I never wanted to be an absent mum and I knew I could carve out a life that honoured my passion for medicine but also nurturing for my children.
I still remember those early nursery drop-offs â the clinging, the tears, phoning later to check if they were ok, early collections because they were sick. The sheer juggle of it all. Trying to get to clinic on time, managing patients, building a business from scratch⌠It often felt like spinning plates on a moving train. The guilt. The desire be me. The eternal Motherload.
But somehow, we get there. Things shift. Settle. Soften. I look back and realise that all those feelings of âjugglingâ and âmuddling throughâ were actually deeply needed resets and evolutions. Not something to apologise for. No - to be incredibly proud of. Ever changing. Ever evolving. Itâs what women do. Every cell of our body is designed to embrace change.
Watching my children grow has to been my evolution. They provide benchmarks and lines in your diary and life. âDonât worry we are nearly there - nearly the end of termâŚâ
To all the women navigating this expanding learning that is motherhood, ambition, responsibility, and love⌠a little reminder - you are incredible. You are powerful. You are enough.
And we keep rising.