She looked up from the page, blinking away unexpected tears.
There it was.
The cracking open.
Naomi* had just caught a glimpse of herself and it took her breath away.
You see, Naomi pours her soul into raising her twins. She does everything to keep her family healthy, happy and fulfilled. She juggles work and home and relationships and duty. She navigates social expectations, cultural norms and all the unspoken (and spoken) “shoulds.”
She pours every iota of her mental, physical and emotional energy into her family, slotting in the rest whenever she can. To the outside world it looks like she’s ok.
Hell, Naomi looks like Super Woman.
Except inside? In her real being? She’s exhausted.
And in that moment, gazing at the sketch she’d made of her family, she realised she’d left out the most important person of all: herself.
It happens every time. Whenever exquisite, intelligent, motivated mamas meet and share vulnerably from the heart, they realise that somewhere along their mothering journey they’ve lost themselves.
Back to Naomi. That day I’d asked her and a group of mamas to place themselves, each of their children, their partner, work, parents, friends, pets and hobbies on a page covered by a big bull’s-eye. The aim was to see what was in the centre of their lives and – most importantly – where they placed themselves.
Without fail, they were somewhere outside the middle. Usually WAY outside the middle. And Naomi, like the other mamas around her, was stunned to realise just how far down her priority list she – and her needs – had fallen.
When the tears come (and they do for all of us), they offer sweet release. Recognition that something precious is being neglected and a deep knowing that it’s not right.
That to survive (never mind thrive) we must unapologetically reclaim time and space for our wants, needs, dreams and desires. Not instead of our family’s needs, dreams and desires, but alongside them.
It’s vital that we get a piece of the pie too. Not just the crumbs at the bottom of the plate when everyone’s been served, or the last bite little Jana didn’t finish (that we eat even though she has a giant cold and it’s full of germs).
A big, juicy, delicious piece of the pie. Guilt-free, comment-free and with no strings attached.
That cracking open moment is so important. It clears the way for reclaiming yourself as a whole woman and gently shifts family dynamics to a healthier space. Because you’re starting to deeply, lovingly care for yourself.
Want to give it a try? Here’s one thing you can do to start the process of (gently) cracking open:
If you’d like to go deeper with me as your guide you can book a one-hour “Nurture Session” and we’ll spend an hour talking about YOU and one situation you’d like to shift in your life. You’ll walk away with straight-forward steps you can start to take to get things moving in the right direction.
If you’d like to uncover even more and are craving being seen as the whole, beautiful person you are, book a “See You Session” in which I’ll get to know you and your beautiful inner world. After our 90-minute call I’ll send you a written portrait of the gorgeous woman I see, as well as personalised affirmations you can repeat for yourself and a guide to creating easy rituals to support your transformation.
I’d love to guide you through the magic of cracking open. Get in touch if you’d like to chat. And in the meantime, have a beautiful day.
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PPS: This glorious sculpture is from the artist Paige Bradley, who graciously granted permission for me to publish it on my website. It’s called Expansion, and you can see her here.
*names and identifying details have been changed