11/05/2025
To the new mamas.
Mamas-to-be.
Mamas deep in the juggle.
Mamas who’ve lost their own.
And the beautiful mother figures who show up with love every day.
Today, I wanted to share something more personal — what motherhood has meant to me, and what this day stirs in my heart.
I had endo early, so I never knew if motherhood was going to be possible. I started relatively young, unsure but hopeful. And I feel deeply blessed to have two beautiful children.
For years, I tried to be what I thought a “good mother” should be.
The one who did it all. Held it all. Balanced the career, the kids, the life.
But I often felt like I was failing — overwhelmed, stretched, exhausted.
And then I got really sick.
And suddenly, I couldn’t do the morning routine.
I couldn’t stand long enough to get them into bed.
There were days I thought I might not make it.
So I made hope albums — little messages for them, just in case.
And in doing that, I realised: being me — with all my imperfections, presence, and love — was enough.
It was never about doing it all.
It was about being there for the little things:
Sunday dinners. Theme nights. Singing loud in the car. Listening, hugging, showing up.
Fast forward, and I’m now an empty nester.
It still aches sometimes. The house is quiet.
But my heart is full — proud of them, proud of me, and deeply grateful that I’m still here to witness their lives.
So today, even though I’m not with them… I feel them in everything.
And I celebrate not just being their mum — but the woman I became because of them.
I also want to say how grateful I am for my Mama who shaped me to be the woman I am today - strong, driven and loving. I love you Mama so much!
To all the mamas, mother figures, and to those missing their mums today…
I walk with you.
You are seen. You are loved. You are doing beautifully.
🖤 Fleur
