introducing: Still Becoming…
A blog series about the in-between moments of motherhood
I’ve sat down to write this a hundred times - in the spaces between feeding, folding laundry, and wiping sticky fingers off the fridge door (again). I open the laptop, type a few words, then pause. Sometimes I don’t know where to start. Other times, I worry that no one will read it, or that I won’t say it right. But then I remember: maybe it’s not really about having the perfect thing to say, or even about who’s listening.
Maybe it’s about putting the words down anyway.
Even when they’re messy.
Even when they feel unfinished.
Even when they don’t lead to any grand conclusion.
Because writing helps me make sense of things - and motherhood, more than anything else in my life, has been something I’ve had to slowly make sense of.
This isn’t a blog about how to be a perfect mum. It’s not a tidy list of parenting tips or a collection of expert-backed strategies. It’s not a highlight reel of colour-coordinated playrooms and magazine-worthy snack plates (though if that’s your thing, I fully support it - and may ask you to come organise my Tupperware).
It’s just me.
A mum, sitting at my kitchen table in the quiet hum of nap time, still wearing yesterday’s socks, thinking about who I used to be, who I’m becoming, and all the strange, beautiful, in-between moments in between.
That’s what this is really about - the becoming.
Not the “I have arrived” version.
The "still figuring it out, one cup of tea at a time" version.
The honest, wobbly process of growing into motherhood… and into myself, too.
Because no one really talks about that part. About how you’re becoming someone new at the same time your baby is. About how that shift can be subtle and strange and sometimes lonely - but also filled with tiny moments that feel more like home than anything else ever has.
This is not a neat before-and-after story. There is no polished finish here.
Just thoughts from a mum in the thick of it - learning, unlearning, reshaping, softening, waking up every day and trying again.
So if you’re here, reading this in your own version of a pause - with cold coffee, or a baby on your lap, or a moment stolen in the car before school pick-up — then maybe you're becoming too.
And maybe we don’t need to figure it all out just yet.
This is Still Becoming.
Messy thoughts from the middle of it all.
