04/01/2026
I had one of those full-circle moments last weekend.
Itās Saturday afternoon, and our girls all sitting around the table laughing at something their brother did. Because heās always doing things to get a laugh.
And Iām sitting in my favorite spot to work and plan and pray, the one that catches the warmth of the sunshine through the big picture window.
Iām writing content for this week at (semi-annoyed that my kiddos are consuming the quiet I hoped Iād have).
Itās April, which is ⦠so my mind is overflowing with ways we can hold space for moms who feel things, all kinds of this, during this month (and all the others), and Iām trying to put those thoughts into gentle, intentional words for our whole community.
Because Iām one of those moms, too.
And as Iām typing and reworking, typing again⦠I catch a glimpse of these three girls of mine, just giggling away. And I wonder what life will be like when they have babies of their own. What will they face, what will they choose, will the fight for the experiences they want be harder or easier than they are for moms todayā¦
I donāt know what trends will do⦠will finding the right support, feeling heard and having space for healing be normal for them? I donāt know because some days in the birthing space it feels like progress is being made and some days it feels like weāre moving backwards.
But⦠I do know now (after years of searching for it myself) that there are places & spaces, entire movements on fire for these things.
And Iām so, so grateful they will grow up to know that birth matters and that there are communities of women, like , to cheer them on in their birth pursuits no matter what. š¤