BRANDING FROM THE INSIDE OUT
In my work, it's become common that I get to see women cry. They open up, they release, we chat, and yes, sometimes they cry. Occasionally I also get teared up.
...But the Mother’s tears… those are something else.
In my work, it’s become common that I get to see women cry. They open up, they release, we chat, and yes, sometimes they cry. Occasionally I also get teared up.
…But the Mother’s tears… those are something else.
When I have a woman in front of me, responding to the deep calling of her heart and her purpose whilst showing up as a mother. Geez, that’s another thing.
Those tears carry deep exhaustion, rage, and mountains of courage.
I believe they are tears passed down through generations of women wanting more. More than nappies, the never-ending meals, and the baby cuddles. They wanted time to explore their gifts, to test their powers and stand on their own feet, raise (use) their voices and make a contribution.
So when they look at me crying, telling me about their dreams and how pursuing their business and ideas feels not only exhausting but sometimes selfish and almost rebellious on their part; When they tell me how they carve time where there isn’t any, to dream and to envision what could be possible, I find nothing but absolute inspiration and awe.
So today, Mother’s day, I wanted to write and say to all my fellow mothers that read this, that I see you and your tears. I am there with you experiencing the pain and the barriers and the constant desire of giving up because it all seems too hard. But you know what? We can’t.
We can’t give up, because it is today and now that we have to dive deeper than ever into our inner fountain of life to find what it takes to rise up and shape this world into that beautiful thing we know it can be.
Fellow mothers, let’s hold hands and keep rising up, one tear, one courageous sprint at a time!