The Story Behind Peaceful Mama Project

When a baby is born, so too is a mother.

Both Mother and Baby are fledged into the unknown, a new world whereby together they need to navigate the experience. After all, it is a process – not a full stop. Once we accept that this journey is a rocky, thorny, and sometimes perplexing phase of development in a woman’s life – it enables us to create a collective consciousness around establishing a safe space that allows us to be bewildered, and disoriented about navigating this fledge into motherhood, and the tools to help us decipher the lessons.

When I became a new mama to baby Phoenix (who was a screaming, needy mess due to bad silent reflux), I vividly remember thinking – this is the unravelling of my strength; this is slowly ripping the thread that once stitched my confidence and resilience to my being. Scream by scream – I was coming undone. I wondered if this was normal; was motherhood meant to be so damn hard? Just when the reflux started to subside, teething collided with the next leap, or he wouldn’t sleep anywhere but next to my heart. And this was just the beginning. Yes! Becoming a mother is astonishingly rewarding, but I didn’t realise just how much this growing gig could hurt at times.

The idea behind Peaceful Mama Project was born in the early hours of one morning – the sleepless plains of existence I had found myself in as a new mother. I wanted to connect like-minded women on their motherhood journeys; and create for them (and myself) a practical mindfulness tool - to ensure that Motherhood could be the most wholesome and rewarding experience possible. Through my own experience of Motherhood, my life-long mission to aspire to be the best version of myself, and lack of practical tools that I had found on the market (for the mental wellbeing of the modern mother) – the concept of Peaceful Mama Cards was created under the umbrella of the Peaceful Mama Project.

What I’ve learnt since those early days, was that my strength wasn’t unravelling at all. After losing myself completely, I finally picked up the pieces that were seemingly shattered only to find that there had never been a more accurate reflection of my depth, my resilience, and strength of character. When I looked into the mirror, the story unveiled spoke not only of the sleepless normal, the planes of existence I resided in; but most importantly told the story of all of the women who have given life. This sacred circle connects all of us, regardless of how motherhood defines us.

I am her, and she is me.