There are many women in my life, my female clients, friends, family and my beautiful daughter. All these women inspire me, teach me, stretch me to my growing edges. Help me to become a better version of myself.

One thing I have noticed is the constant rhythm of our lives. The shared stories, the similar traumas, shared highs and lows.

We have all strived to be in our divinity our true beautiful goddess natures that we were born to be.

One of the reasons I became a Counsellor was to support people to let them know there is a way through all the pain and suffering, why I choose to leave my marriage ten years ago was for my kids, but especially my daughter to see, this is not how it has to be.

We do not need to be trapped in the confines of stereotypes as women. We can be who ever the fuck we want to be. We can be sweet, we can be bitchy, we can have an emotion without being told to calm down, we can be playful, angry and sexual without being told it’s too much, we aren’t too much.

My little inner child  grew into this women I am today that dealt with a narcissist father, a troubled mother, a failed challenging marriage and false start relationships. All for my growth, for my expansion and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am truly grateful, honestly.

All these circumstances, these causes and conditions allowed me to grow into a better person, a better Counsellor and best of all a better mother.

Mothers are as badass as they come!!

The fact we can grow life in this body, birth them, wow that is a ride- and I did it twice. Really it truly is amazing. Amazing our bodies stretch to make room for this little being. All our organs get pushed up and to the side to make room for them. Then we get to push them out of the smallest space which stretches to accommodate heads and shoulders. Or we are cut open to pull this being into the world. We watch that first breath and cry, to then hold this unknown being in our arms. Care for them. Sing, feed, clean up their poo and vomit. Countless  sleepless hours to the bumps the cuts, the temper tantrums, too Beaver tale boobs after breastfeeding.

Then they grow. They grow from babies needing you all the time, to little ones having different needs and desires to TEENAGERS. I have teens. I survived all these years to get to the teens years. Wow is ALL I can say. My favourite of the ages honestly. The tantrums are bigger, louder and so expressive. So endearing seeing how they are starting to take the steering wheel of their lives and making statements. Loud statements.

Biggest problems that used to be so innocent to tales of bullying and drugs, school and drama. So much drama. How did I survive it myself, I always wonder, but I know that it has shaped me to who I am today to be able to hold them where they are at. Not always gracefully but none the less there for them.

I will get the random I love mama or how was your day.

Best is when my kids look at me and say, Mama we love you, but your style is cringe or when my daughter said I don’t want Counsellor mom. Thought that was cute. Until she turned it around to say I want Counsellor mom. The best.

Being a single Mom is the best job and the hardest job I have ever done. I truly feel extremely blessed for them in my lives and Moms, we do it all with little to no recognition.

Mamas, the best gift, the absolute best gift is us seeing us. Seeing another mama in peril and giving that look and saying I understand and I see you too.

So to all the mamas out there, I see you. I see me. To all the mothers yet to birth babies or the desires to be a mother or non mother I see you too. I see your beautiful women souls. I see and hear your tears and your joys. I see your anger of a world that has hurt you, and hugged you. I see all of it, as I see it in me.

Today let’s breath in and out and be the most badass women we can be!!!