Being a mum and a spiritual teacher

If there is one identity that has stretched me, softened me, broken me open and rebuilt me again - it’s motherhood.

No training prepared me for it.
No book.
No spiritual practice. Not even my own mum.

Motherhood is the initiation that arrives when it wants, teaches what it wants, and shows you parts of yourself you didn’t even know existed. It doesn’t ask for permission - it asks for presence.

People often ask me:

“Where did your strength come from?”
“Where did this patience, this trust in life grow?”

The honest answer is: from my children.

Motherhood taught me how to hold chaos and luv at the same time.
How to stay grounded even when I’m exhausted.
How to open my heart when the mind wants to close.
How to let go of control, every single day.

It taught me humility - the kind that comes from knowing you don’t always get it right, but you show up anyway.

It taught me softness - not the fragile kind, but the kind that knows its own power.

It taught me presence - the kind that stops time when a small hand reaches for yours.

And it taught me that spiritual work isn’t something separate from “real life.” It is real life.

The way I breathe when I feel overwhelmed.
The way I choose not to react but to respond.
The way I apologise, repair, luv, hold, release.
The way I return to myself when everything around me is loud.

Motherhood became my teacher long before I had names for somatics or energy or PRISM.
Because children feel everything - your truth, your nervous system, your energy, your disconnect, your luv. Nothing is hidden.

And so motherhood became my deepest mirror.

A reminder that healing doesn’t happen in retreats only.
Awakening doesn’t happen only in activations.
Presence doesn’t happen only in meditation.

It happens in the mornings when everyone is late.
In the evenings when patience is thin.
In the moments when luv is bigger than tiredness.

Motherhood is a spiritual path - one of the most honest ones.

And every day, my children remind me who I am, what I value, and how important it is to come back to myself again and again… so I can meet them with clarity, not chaos.

This work - PRISM™, energy, activation, presence - didn’t come despite motherhood.

It came through motherhood.
It shaped me.
It stretched my capacity to luv, to hold, to feel.
And for that, I am endlessly grateful.

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children are the anchors of a mother’s life, but also the wind that teaches her to fly.

- SOCRATES