We have strong women in our family, women who have endured, who get things done, who have faced tough times. My mum and nana would come over with trays of lasagna like medicine, motherhood arms like blankets. They don’t know everything, but I would phone them at the drop of a hat as if they do. When I had my first baby, I wasn’t sure if I was one of these strong women. When I left the hospital, I wondered whether he would have been in better care with the nurses there. Surely I wasn’t allowed to leave with this baby? I had no idea what I was doing. Mum offered to stay with me the first fe ..read more

My journey into motherhood started with my son Harry. We didn’t have the easiest birth and we had our struggles with feeding and while I was completely head over heels for him, I felt like I was losing myself, I didn’t realise that I could love being a mother, HIS mother, and be allowed to not enjoy every minute. Writing allowed me to explore this concept, realise two things can be true, make sense of the messy and the magic and create a beautiful community of other mothers who felt understood and less alone. I don’t often do things for me, well at least I didn’t. I didn’t have the time ..read more

The keepsake quote jewellery is almost here! Sign up here to receive the email when it launches! I hope these pieces serve as a daily empowering reminder that you are moving mountains, and if my poetry has spoken to you then one of these etched pendants is for you (and they're really pretty too). These will be available worldwide in time for Mother's Day! Don't forget to click the link above :) Jess xx ..read more

The keepsake quote jewellery is almost here! Sign up here to receive the email when it launches! I hope these pieces serve as a daily empowering reminder that you are moving mountains, and if my poetry has spoken to you then one of these etched pendants is for you (and they're really pretty too). These will be available worldwide in time for Mother's Day! Don't forget to click the link above :) Jess xx ..read more

I know we are here a lot mama, together in this chair but right now I don’t want to be anywhere but here It’s warm, and it’s familiar, yet every moment is new little building blocks of the safety that is you I won’t recall these memories these nights of you and me, how when I cry out again, and again it’s your beautiful face I see But your soothing will be my song, your skin will be my home This belonging will always live in my heart even when I’m alone Your voice shines through the darkness as you lift me to your embrace, my little hands search for you, as you wipe tears from my face ..read more

I’m walking three paths at once, four if you count my own. One minute you come to this fork in the road, and instead of choosing between them, they coexist alongside each other. They tangle and eventually veer off in different directions, and somehow you all come back together, like you never let go of their hand. I’m watching three paintings come to life, four if you count my own. Sometimes I think back to who I was, a million years ago. I have taken parts of her with me, the soul of her. I have shed uncertainty and doubt, I have let them scribble all over me, breathe new colour into me. I ha ..read more

It’s been an hour and 3 unsuccessful transitions to the cot from our chair. She is tired, we both are. There is sick in my hair from yesterday and I want to shower, I desperately want to clean the last 24 hours away but she needs me completely. One day things will change. Those words give me hope on the harder days, and ground me in the perfectly imperfect ones. When she is sick, everything stops. Everything I need to do, the routines, the things that usually matter, how life looks day to day. It stops, and a sudden attunement kicks in like no other. The way her lethargic body feels against m ..read more

The cries continue from the backseat, each one pierces my heart deeper, each one adds 5 minutes to our journey. It’s moments before we turn on each other because, how can you be so calm? And why am I so stressed? Drive Faster. Slow down. I miss you. We go to bed at different times, but our shadows grow long together at night. We take turns wandering down the hallway, we compare who needs sleep the most, who needs a shower the most. I’m tired. We’re tired. I miss you. Look at the baby, see the curls, I catch your eye and together we smile. The inventory of the day swirls in my head and remembe ..read more

The baby is crying It’s 5am, and time to start the day everything aches, it’s dark outside and the kids want you to play. Lunchboxes to take, appointments to make you’ll remember, or you won’t you’ll hold the baby in your arms until one day you don’t. The kids are fighting, your heads a mess the house is never clean computer is out with the baby monitor you’re working with two screens. You’re fuelling little bodies while food goes flying from afar You’ll wish that things were easier And then one day they are. Your body creaks like floorboards someone always needs you now You’re torn in all di ..read more

It only seems that way because we're all hearing the same stillness. There are many of us awake, pacing, shushing, sitting in our chairs, wrapped up in them and the quiet of the world. There are many of us awake. Gently holding their little hand to our face as they feed, looking down at them as they look up to you. Skin to skin and whispering heartbeats. There are many of us awake. Some still tender from birth. Scooping up their softness with tears in our eyes. A new and powerful attunement. A lifetime of knowing each other, in only the way a new mother and baby could. There are many of us aw ..read more