Dear Megan,

Adventurous, beautiful, curious, delightful… I can go on and on describing all the ways you shine. Your presence on this Earth is a gift and those who take the time to know you will benefit from the light you bring. Your curiosity is a treasure- never stop asking ‘Why.’ Three world needs those who question, but let your questions come from Love.

Like a tree, you will experience seasons of growth and seasons of rest; do not resist the winter- it is essential for renewal. Do not deny yourself the rest you deserve. Many will try to deceive you, telling you to work harder, teaching you to distrust your body, or how to suppress your emotions. Listen to yourself. Listen to your body. Listen to your intuition. Listen to your heart. Do not trade your self-esteem for self-control. You are meant to be exactly who you are. You matter and everything you have to say matters. I will do everything I can to ensure you are safe and loved.

Love,

Megan

There are three paths which lead directly to the center of my heart, each beginning in the place where their father laid the foundation, opening my heart to love, trust, and the rose gold magnificence of existence.

Though these paths may often look the same, each has been created through a unique journey, ever changing, expanding the unexplored territory of my soul.

Despite the belief I held for years, there are no dead ends in the fortress of my heart- only spaces which require me to walk the labyrinth within, falling more in love with the version of myself that has been awakened.

For as they form their paths, my capacity for love expands and my heart blossoms in tender adoration of the life I have created.

In the quiet moments after a challenging day, when I create space for reflection, I sometimes find myself wrestling with the ghosts of parenting doubts. I replay conversations, revisit reactions, and wonder about the invisible marks I am leaving on my children’s hearts. The “what ifs” dance through my mind like shadows, casting momentary doubt on my deepest intentions.

Parenting is a journey without a roadmap, a path we navigate with love, intuition, and inevitable vulnerability. Even those of us who have longed for children, who have dreamed of motherhood with passionate anticipation, discover that the reality is far more complex than any imagination could prepare us for. I am not performing a perfectly scripted role, but learning and growing alongside the little souls I am nurturing.

There’s a profound beauty in acknowledging our humanity. My mistakes are not failures, but threads in the rich tapestry of connection and learning. Each moment I stumble becomes an opportunity to show my children that strength isn’t about perfection, but about courage, vulnerability, and the willingness to grow.

I remember the first time I truly understood this. After a day of frayed nerves and raised voices, I sat with my children and spoke from my heart. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t handle that well. I was feeling overwhelmed, and I let my emotions take over.” They were seeing me modeling emotional honesty. And what was their response? “It’s okay Mama, let’s play!”

Our children don’t need superhuman parents. They need real humans who can navigate complex emotions, who demonstrate resilience, and who understand that healing is a continuous process. When we show them that it’s okay to make mistakes, that repair is possible, we’re teaching them invaluable life skills.

Shame is a heavy cloak I, and many of us, wear too often. It whispers messages of inadequacy, suggesting that our momentary struggles define our entire parenting journey. But shame loses its power when we shine compassion into its dark corners. Every parent – whether they have one child or five, whether they’re navigating toddler tantrums or teenage rebellion – encounters moments of doubt and disappointment.

The next time you find yourself caught in a spiral of self-criticism, take a deep breath. Place your hand on your heart. Speak to yourself with the same tenderness you would offer a dear friend struggling with similar feelings. “I am a good parent. I am having a hard time. I am learning. This moment does not define me.”

To the mother reading this – the one who might be carrying the weight of today’s challenges, who might be questioning her worth – I see you. Your love is profound. Your efforts matter deeply. Your willingness to show up, to learn, to repair, is the truest definition of exceptional parenting.

We are not meant to be perfect. We are meant to be present. Present in our love, our learning, our continuous becoming. Each moment of vulnerability is a seed of connection, each acknowledged mistake a bridge of understanding.

Your children don’t need you to have all the answers. They need you to be human. To be real. To love fiercely and honestly. To show them that growth is a lifelong journey, and that love – true, messy, complicated love – can heal almost anything.

Take a deep breath, Mama. You are doing important work. And you are doing it beautifully, one imperfect, love-filled moment at a time.

There’s something profound in the way motherhood mirrors the natural world around us. Like a towering redwood stretching its protective canopy over the forest floor, I feel that my love creates an invisible but powerful shelter where my children can grow, explore, and flourish. These ancient trees don’t just provide shade – they nurture entire ecosystems, just as we nurture the delicate ecosystems of our families.

Nature speaks to us in whispers and roars about the essence of motherhood. Watch how the ocean tends to its shoreline – sometimes with gentle, lapping waves that smooth rough edges, other times with powerful surges that reshape entire coastlines. Isn’t this just like us? Some days we’re soft voices and tender touches, other days we’re fierce advocates breaking through barriers for our children, like persistent roots slowly but surely cracking through stone.

The parallels between motherhood and nature’s wisdom run deep into the soil of our shared experience. Every forest starts with a single seed taking root, just as every family grows from the heart-opening moment when we first hold our little ones. We adapt to seasons of change, weather storms of uncertainty, and somehow find the strength to keep blooming – even in unexpected places.

The beauty of this journey lies in its diversity. Just as no two gardens grow quite the same way, each mother’s path unfolds uniquely. Some of us are like wildflower meadows, spreading joy in vibrant bursts of color. Others might be like steady oak trees, providing unwavering support through generations. There’s no single right way to nurture – nature teaches us that diversity creates resilience.

I invite you to deepen this connection with a simple but meaningful activity: Take your family on a nature walk this week. Look closely at the world around you. Notice the bird carefully weaving her nest, the way parent trees create protective circles around their saplings, or how mushrooms form underground networks to share nutrients. These moments of observation can open beautiful conversations about the many ways love manifests in the natural world.

As you walk, encourage your children to spot examples of nurturing in nature. Maybe they’ll notice a mother duck leading her ducklings across a pond, or find a nurse log supporting new growth in the forest. These observations create precious opportunities to discuss how we’re all connected in this great web of life and love.

What lessons has nature whispered to you about motherhood? Perhaps it’s the patience learned from watching seeds slowly sprout, or the courage found in seeing how life persists even after forest fires. Maybe it’s the understanding that, like the changing seasons, different phases of motherhood bring their own unique challenges and gifts.

I’d love to hear your reflections on this beautiful intersection of motherhood and nature. What wisdom has the natural world shared with you about being a mother? How has motherhood opened your eyes to nature’s incredible designs? Share your stories, and let’s celebrate the strong, life-giving mothers in our lives who, like nature itself, transform landscapes both physical and emotional with their presence.

Remember: You are as essential to your family’s ecosystem as sunlight is to a forest. Your love, like water, finds its way through any obstacle. Your strength, like the deep roots of an ancient tree, holds steady through every storm. You are, in your own unique way, a force of nature.

What natural wisdom has motherhood revealed to you?

n the quiet moments between the horsey rides, the silly games, and the tickle fights, a profound realization has settled upon me: motherhood isn’t about resisting nature; it’s about flowing with it. It’s a lesson learned not in grand pronouncements, but in the subtle shifts of daily life, the gentle nudges and sometimes, the overwhelming torrents of change. Like water patiently shaping stone over eons, our children mold us, sometimes so imperceptibly we barely notice, and other times with a force that reshapes our very being.

I remember a time when I fought against the inevitable pull of sleepless nights and messy days. I yearned for the life I knew before children, the predictable rhythms and quiet moments of solitude. And if I’m honest, there are still days when that yearning flickers. But within the chaos, within the constant demands and shifting sands of motherhood, there’s a wild, untamed beauty. It’s the beauty of surrendering to this primal dance, this ancient rhythm that has echoed through generations of mothers.

Our bodies change. Our routines crumble and rebuild themselves in new, often unexpected ways. Our very essence transforms. It’s like a waterfall cascading over rocky cliffs. Motherhood reshapes us with its relentless force. At first, we may resist, clinging desperately to the edges of our former selves, trying to maintain a semblance of control in a world that suddenly feels utterly beyond our control.

But as we slowly, sometimes reluctantly, learn to flow with the current, something magical happens. We discover new paths we never knew existed. We carve out deeper channels of patience, a love so profound it stretches the very limits of our hearts. And we emerge on the other side, stronger, more resilient, and somehow, more ourselves than we ever were before.

This transformation isn’t about losing ourselves; it’s about finding new strengths we never knew we possessed. We become the sheltering trees, offering a safe haven. We become the nourishing earth, providing sustenance and comfort. We become the gentle breeze, guiding our little ones as they learn to spread their wings and take flight.

So today, I choose to embrace the organic, unpredictable nature of motherhood. I choose to find wonder in the small miracles that unfold every day – the first gummy smile, the tentative steps, the whispered “Mama.” I choose to trust in the ancient wisdom encoded in my cells, the quiet voice that whispers, “You were made for this.”

In yielding to nature’s flow, I’ve found not loss, but a profound expansion of self. An opening to a love vaster and more encompassing than I ever imagined possible. It’s a love that reshapes, redefines, and ultimately, refines us. It’s the current that carries us, sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely, but always forward, into the ever-evolving landscape of motherhood.

In a world constantly bombarding us with curated images of seemingly flawless parenting, it’s time we have an honest conversation about what motherhood truly means. The quote from Epictetus, “We don’t abandon our pursuits because we despair of ever perfecting them,” resonates deeply with my heart – a reminder that our worth isn’t measured by some impossible standard of perfection, but by the love, dedication, and genuine effort we pour into our children’s lives.

Let’s be clear: Perfection is a myth. It’s a construct that does nothing but create unnecessary pressure and steal the joy from one of life’s most profound experiences. Motherhood is messy, unpredictable, and beautifully imperfect – and that’s exactly what makes it so extraordinary.

Think about the most memorable moments of motherhood: they’re rarely the Instagram-worthy, pristine scenes we might imagine. Instead, they’re the unexpected giggles during a chaotic dinner, the impromptu dance parties in the living room, the tears wiped away after a tough day, and the unconditional love that flows even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

I often find myself conversing with an internal dialogue of doubt. I question my choices, replay my mistakes, and sometimes feel like I am falling short. I have to remember the truth that bears repeating: You are enough. Your love is enough. Your efforts are enough.

What truly matters isn’t a perfectly organized home or children who never make a mess or meltdown in public. What matters is showing up. Day after day. With compassion. With patience. With love – even when I am exhausted, even when I am unsure, even when I feel like I am fumbling through.

Each day is a new opportunity for growth – not just for my children, but for me as a mother. I am learning, evolving, adapting. Some days I feel like I’ve conquered the world, and other days I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water. Both experiences are valid. Both are part of the journey.

Mom guilt is a heavy backpack we’ve all carried at some point. It whispers lies about our inadequacies, magnifying our perceived shortcomings. But I want you to hear this loudly and clearly: Your worth is not determined by your perceived failures. It’s defined by your love, your commitment, and your willingness to keep trying.

To the mother reading this right now – the one who might be questioning her choices, feeling overwhelmed, or battling mom guilt – I see you. Your journey is worthy. Your love is powerful. Your efforts matter immensely.

Motherhood isn’t about creating a perfect environment or being a flawless parent. It’s about creating a loving, supportive space where your children can grow, learn, and understand their inherent worth. It’s about showing up, loving deeply, and continuing to move forward – one imperfect, beautiful day at a time.

You are not just doing this. You are mastering one of life’s most complex, rewarding roles. And you are doing an incredible job.

So take a deep breath. Release the grip of perfectionism. Embrace the beautiful chaos. You are exactly the mother your children need.

When I discovered I was pregnant with Gavin, my third son, I was in the midst of a profound personal transformation. I had already committed myself to deep healing work, confronting the layers of pain, shame, and fear that had accumulated over the years. My body was responding to this inner work, shifting and changing in ways both subtle and profound.

Then, in the midst of this metamorphosis, I felt his presence. Even before he was born, I knew him somehow – a soul connection that transcended the physical. Yet doubt crept in, as it often does with life-changing moments. How could I mother another child when I was still in the process of rebuilding myself?

This pregnancy felt different from my previous two. The entire experience had its own unique rhythm and energy. I was sick, and tired, and I was certain I had a daughter growing inside. I made a conscious decision to surrender to how I felt, to sleep as much as I needed, to release commitments that felt misaligned, to let go of my preconceptions about motherhood and allow this new journey to unfold naturally.

During those long months, I had a profound vision that still stays with me: a woman in a green cloak, existing in that liminal space between dream and reality, between my own identity and something larger. She spoke words that resonated deep within my soul: “You are here to care for the lost ones.” Whether this figure was an aspect of myself or something more mysterious, her message felt like a divine confirmation of my path.

And then Gavin found us. He completed our family in ways we never could have imagined. As I watch him grow alongside his brothers, I’m struck by how perfectly he fits into our family, our own little exclamation point. While his full impact on this world remains to be seen, I know with absolute certainty that his presence has already transformed me. He has made me infinitely better than I was before – more patient, more understanding, more complete.

To my youngest son: Thank you for being exactly who you are, Gavin. Your arrival was more than just an addition to our family; it was the culmination of a journey of healing and self-discovery. You’ve taught me that a mother’s heart expands infinitely, that there’s always room for more love, more growth, more wonder.

The journey of motherhood continues to unfold, and with each passing day, I’m grateful for the blessing of being mother to three remarkable sons, each unique, each precious, and each teaching me new lessons about love, life, and the profound connection between a mother and her children.

My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts:

“Mama!” Laundry needs doing. How far can we hike with three kids? What’s for dinner? “Play with me!” Dishes are piling up. Self-care? Why do humans have fingernails? Is there time to shower?! More laundry. My business—how can I run it? Brush teeth. “Read to me!” Could we live in Europe with the kids? “Snuggle me.” My arm’s falling asleep.

I pause. Take a deep breath in. Feel the air fill my lungs. Exhale slowly. Repeat. The mental chatter begins to fade.

“Mama, I love you.”

I open my eyes, newly present. “I love you too, buddy. What was the best part of your day?”

“Playing in the tide pools at the beach.”

“That was super fun! Did you see when I almost walked into a tide pool deeper than my waist?”

“NO?! REALLY?!”

It’s amazing how simply tuning into something your body is already doing—breathing—can dramatically shift your state of mind. From chaos to calm, from distracted to engaged, all in a few conscious breaths. This is one of many tools we will be exploring in our time together in WILD MOTHERING. It’s all about your presence, and how to flow with the river of life.

Motherhood – a journey so profoundly transformative, it can leave even the most prepared woman breathless. Equal parts bliss and bewilderment, a rollercoaster of emotions that can uplift your soul one moment, then plunge you into the depths of uncertainty the next. If you’ve found yourself caught in this whirlwind, yearning for a way to reclaim the magic amidst the mayhem, you’re not alone. Welcome to the world of WILD MOTHERING, where we embrace the beautiful chaos of family life and rediscover the joy that brought us here in the first place.

Let’s start by acknowledging a truth that’s often left unspoken: motherhood is raw. It’s a cocktail of emotions – blissful, excruciating, and confusing, all swirling together in a potent mix that can leave you reeling. Perhaps you’re ten days into this journey, or maybe you’ve been navigating these waters for decades. Either way, you’ve likely discovered that everything that everyone told you did not prepare you for this.

For many of us, some of the most real aspects of motherhood come as a shock. The despair that can creep in during sleepless nights, the confusion that arises when faced with conflicting advice, the unexpected irritation at the constant demands on your time and energy, and yes, even the boredom that can settle in during long days of repetitive tasks – these are all part of the package. Yet, so often, these experiences are shrouded in silence, leaving mothers feeling isolated and unprepared.

Perhaps the most jarring realization is the sudden lack of space for yourself. It’s as if the ‘you’ that existed before motherhood has vanished, leaving behind a woman grappling with this new identity. If you’re feeling anxious, frustrated, or afraid that you lack what it takes to navigate this journey with grace and joy, take heart. You are not alone, and more importantly, you are more than capable of not just surviving, but thriving in this new chapter of your life.

This is where Wild Mothering comes in – a philosophy that celebrates intuition, spontaneity, connection, and the power of shared experiences. It’s not about achieving perfection or adhering to rigid rules. Instead, it’s about embracing the beautiful chaos of life and finding joy in the journey.

At its core, Wild Mothering is about reconnecting with yourself. It’s about learning to trust that gut instinct that’s been muffled by societal expectations and well-meaning advice. It’s about creating moments of intimacy and laughter, even in the midst of the everyday chaos.

Imagine this: instead of stressing over a perfectly planned outing, you spontaneously decide to have a living room picnic. You spread out a blanket, grab whatever snacks you have on hand, and enjoy an impromptu feast with your little ones. The giggles that erupt as you playfully feed each other grapes or the warmth of cuddling together on the blanket – these are the moments that Wild Mothering cherishes.

But Wild Mothering isn’t just about spontaneous fun. It’s also about intentional connection. Picture planning a stargazing date night, loading up the kids and driving to a dark spot outside town. There’s something magical about watching your partner’s eyes light up as they point out constellations to your wide-eyed little ones. These shared experiences create lasting memories and strengthen family bonds in ways that no perfectly curated Instagram post ever could.

In the realm of Wild Mothering, intimacy takes on new forms. It’s about stealing moments in unexpected places – a passionate kiss behind the trees at the playground, a subtle touch under the table at dinner, or a meaningful glance across a full room. These stolen moments keep the spark alive, reminding you both that you’re not just parents, but partners in love and life.

Working as a team is a crucial aspect of Wild Mothering. It’s about sharing responsibilities not as burdens, but as honors – sacred duties that build your realm of love. Tag-teaming bedtime routines so you can both collapse into bed together, exhausted but united, is a perfect example. It’s about finding strength in your partnership and supporting each other through the challenges of parenthood.

Wild Mothering embraces the chaos of family life. It’s about finding humor in the spills and tantrums, and learning how to be better parents together. By approaching challenges with a sense of humor and teamwork, you create a positive environment for your children and strengthen your bond as a couple.

At its heart, Wild Mothering recognizes that your relationship is the foundation of your family. It’s about nurturing that connection, even when it feels like there’s no time or energy left. This might mean prioritizing date nights, having deep conversations after the kids are in bed, or simply holding hands while watching a movie together. These small gestures of love and attention keep your relationship strong, providing a stable base for your family to thrive.

The concept of Wild Mothering also embraces the idea of personal growth within the context of partnership. It’s about recognizing your own power and wisdom, standing tall in your strength. As you claim your own identity and worth, you create space for your partner to step into their highest self as well. This mutual growth and respect foster a partnership where both partners can shine brightly, inspiring each other to reach new heights.

Remember, mothering was meant to be blissful, nourishing, and magical. Yes, it comes with challenges, but it also offers unparalleled opportunities for growth, love, and joy. Wild Mothering is about reclaiming that magic, about finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of family life.

Are you ready to take the leap? To embrace the wild, beautiful journey of motherhood with open arms and an open heart? To trust in your innate wisdom and strength? To create a family life filled with adventure, laughter, and deep connection?

You have within you everything you need to navigate this journey. The courage, the know-how, the love – it’s all there, waiting to be tapped into. Wild Mothering is about unleashing that potential, about living gloriously through this most amazing of journeys.

So take a deep breath, mama. Feel the strength that courses through you, the love that overflows from your heart. You are capable of more than you know. Embrace the wild, embrace the chaos, embrace the love. This is your adventure – make it magical.

Dear Moms,

In the whirlwind of motherhood, it’s easy to fall into the trap of perfectionism, striving to meet unattainable standards set by society or even ourselves. We often find ourselves comparing our journey to others, measuring our worth by how well we balance it all or how flawlessly we handle every curveball life throws our way. But what if I told you that the beauty of motherhood lies not in perfection, but in imperfection?

Yes, you read that right. Imperfection is not something to be feared or ashamed of; it’s something to be celebrated. It’s a testament to our humanity, our resilience, and our capacity to love fiercely despite our flaws. In a world that glorifies perfection, embracing our imperfections is a radical act of self-love and acceptance.

Think about it: every stretch mark, every sleepless night, every spilled cup of juice is a badge of honor, a reminder of the incredible journey you’ve embarked on as a mother. Your body may bear the marks of childbirth, but it also carries the memories of countless moments of joy, laughter, and unconditional love.

Embracing imperfection doesn’t mean settling for mediocrity or complacency. It means acknowledging that motherhood is messy, chaotic, and unpredictable—and that’s okay. It’s about letting go of the unrealistic expectations we place on ourselves and embracing the messy, beautiful reality of raising tiny humans.

But perhaps even more importantly, embracing imperfection is about recognizing the power of progress. It’s about celebrating the small victories—the moments when you manage to sneak in a quick workout, whip up a healthy meal, or steal a few precious minutes of self-care amidst the chaos of daily life. It’s about acknowledging that progress is not linear, but a series of ups and downs, twists and turns, setbacks and breakthroughs.

So, let’s celebrate the beauty of imperfection, embrace the power of progress, and unlock the boundless potential within each of us. Let’s lift each other up, support each other through the tough times, and celebrate each other’s victories, no matter how small they may seem.

Because here’s the truth, dear moms: you are stronger, more resilient, and more capable than you realize. You are doing an incredible job, even on the days when it feels like you’re barely holding it together. So, take a moment to breathe, to pause, and to revel in the imperfect beauty of motherhood.

With love and solidarity,