🌸 Chaos, Cuddles, and the Magic of Mothering — Core Potentials

Mother’s Day Reflections

“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.”
~ Maya Angelou

My mother and I didn’t always get along. She struggled with her mental health, which brought a lot of turbulence into our lives. At times, she simply couldn’t be the mother I needed. But when my own children were born, something shifted between us. She began to heal parts of herself that had once felt chaotic, and she embraced her role as a grandmother with genuine joy.

Looking back on her journey, I can see that she truly did the best she could with what she had. And for that, I’m deeply grateful. She taught me more than she probably ever realized.

The challenges I experienced with her pushed me inward, toward self-discovery. Through my studies in energy medicine, I learned that I carry a strong “Earth” element; an energy aligned with the “Mother” archetype. It shows up as deep compassion, steadiness, a natural ability to hold space, and a love for nurturing growth in others.

Mother energy, at its best, is selfless, supportive, and fiercely protective. It’s something I’ve carried for as long as I can remember. Even now, when a baby or young child catches my eye, I can’t help but smile. I’ve had little ones in grocery stores wrap themselves around my legs, mistaking me for their mother when they needed comfort. I like to think there’s something warm and inviting about my energy, like invisible bubbles of safety and love.

Children seem to have a kind of intuitive knowing, like puppies do. They sense who feels safe, who feels kind. It’s a quiet kind of magic.

Becoming a mother was one of the most love-filled experiences of my life. It felt dreamy and electric all at once. My husband doted on me, our families were overjoyed, and we spent hours imagining the lives we were about to create; names, faces, personalities. Yes, there were moments of exhaustion and nausea, but the excitement carried me through. Over ten years, I welcomed my children into the world. In many ways, they gave me the childhood I had always longed for. Through them, I found healing.

No one really teaches you how to be a mother. There’s no handbook that prepares you for the moment you leave the hospital, holding this tiny, perfect human, suddenly responsible for their entire existence. It’s overwhelming, humbling, and profound all at once.

One of my favourite Mother’s Days is forever etched in my heart. My four young children marched into my bedroom, led by their father, proudly carrying breakfast in bed. And right alongside them was our cocker spaniel, Winny, standing on her hind legs at the edge of the bed, beaming with excitement as if she had helped plan it all. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved.

Recently, I went through boxes of old keepsakes and rediscovered the Mother’s Day cards my children made when they were little. Back then, I was their whole world; the heart of our home, their biggest cheerleader, their safe place. Reading those cards brought back a flood of memories and gratitude. It has been one of the greatest honours of my life to watch them grow into the people they are today.

These days, I like to remind them of something important: in the world’s “blue zones,” where people live the longest, mothers and grandmothers remain deeply valued members of the community. Strong family bonds aren’t just comforting, they’re essential. They reduce stress, support mental health, and keep us connected to what truly matters.