Mum, Mam, mom, madre, mama, ma, mother, mammy, mommy, you name it, there is a name for all cultures, but like the titles themselves, no two mothers are the same and hold a completely different meaning for us all.

I have been a mum for the past 19 years to four lovely, kind, caring, moody, frustrating, worth every second, humans. To say it is a whirlwind would be an understatement. I feel like I have lived three lives already!! In theory, or at least according to Gary Vee, I kind of have, four even!

I discovered at the carefree age of 19 I was about to embark on the journey of a lifetime, motherhood. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for that scenario, no matter what age you are. In hindsight, my carefree, easy go lucky personality probably did help in the grand scheme of things; nothing phased me when it came to rearing my baby.

As we age, we worry more, we overthink every tiny detail and let's face it, we second question ourselves and our gut feelings. Parenting is hands down the hardest job title I have had to date, and honestly, it never gets easier. ( Sorry to all the parents of sleepless toddlers awaiting the 'easy period') The worry only gets heavier but I promise the rewards are never-ending.

When you bring another person into the world, you choose to put their happiness and well being before your own; that's what a caring parent will do until the day they die. It is a rollercoaster of never-ending emotions and frustrations. No book can prepare you, and no book can guide you; there is no 'one size fits all'. It is one of the most individual, unique and personal experiences. There is not one person on this earth that will ever be the parent you are or were. When I think back, it was probably an easier time for me than I realised as none of my friends had babies so there was no comparison. Comparison is the thief of joy; not only is it unhealthy, but it also steals from your own unique experience.

We celebrated IWD this week, another day where there is 24hrs of outpouring support for fellow women. Women compare themselves unhealthily to other women constantly. We are our biggest supporters yet biggest haters. I always say, if we all just took care of ourselves and our own children, minded our own business and worked on being kinder, understanding and supportive, we would all live in a very different world.

Here we are again, Mothers Day, celebrating women! I have but two words.


Be the woman whos actions aligns with her words. Being a mother is tough. There are no two mothers that are the same, and not only that, there are no two children that are the same. Being unapologetically yourself is true magic; not one person on this earth will ever be you. Days will come and go; not one day will be the same as the last, and neither should it mimic another.

Find your rhythm, your own routine, stay in your jammies, eat all the biccies, get up at 5 am, prep the dinner, meditate, do your nails, drink the hot coffee, eat the cake, don't eat the cake, read the book, don't wash your face, I don't care, all I care as a mum who has been there, is that you just be you, unapologetically you, for you. The happier you are, the happier your entire family will be!

No one can ever match your version of happy.

You only get one go at this!

Happy 'everyday' mamas!

Until next time!

S x

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