January 4th, 2022

2nd entry

Dear Aspiring Mama,

I’m sitting on my beige couch. The Netflix fire is lit. I’ve been watching the snowflakes as they make their way to the ground through the windows. I’m still waking up from a 20min rest that could have turned into a full-blown afternoon sleep sesh. But I wanted to connect with you. To take advantage of Alicia’s nap time instead of putting it off until tonight—I may be a little dazed at the moment, but putting off writing till after 8pm is risky business. Particularly during the winter months when going to bed by 9pm is my jam. 

Hard to believe that there was a time that I waited tables till midnight, did bottle service till the sun came up, and danced till the bar’s bright lights turned on. 

I cherish those days, but I don’t miss them. My life as a mom is all that my heart needs and even though going to bed by 9pm may not sound wild, I promise, life is much wilder now than it ever was—in the most beautiful, raw, and pure form. 

But enough about me Mama. 

Let’s talk about you. 

Come sit next to me. Get cozy on this beige couch. Warm up by the fire. Let’s make sure your inner one is lit. 

Are you ready to answer the call to motherhood?

If your inner match doesn’t create a spark with this question, perhaps you are not. But I have a feeling that there’s a flame alive inside of you already. 

But before we set your womb on fire, we must lay a solid foundation for your fire to burn long and bright. 

In other words, before I dive in and share with you the million and one things that I want to about answering the call to motherhood, embracing your desire, standing proudly, and aligning your life such that you live true to your highest calling, we need to ease in. Get acquainted. Say yes to certain principles. Prepare for the journey. 

Now if there is a part of you that’s already angsty and annoyed that I won’t just come out and tell you everything I have on my heart for you, take a deep breath and drop those shoulders of yours. 

I get it. 

You want to have answered the call to motherhood, like yesterday—or years ago. You wish you already had your kiddos instead of seeing yet another pregnancy announcement on your feed or hearing your gynaecologist explain what a geriatric pregnancy is while your legs are spread open and the speculum takes a biopsy of your cervix. 

I’ve been there. 

Wanting things to happen fast, efficiently, and now already. Aka the driven, overly masculine, caught in the riptide of the hustle, and “I don’t need a man to make me happy” side of myself still comes barging in from time-to-time. 

However, I invite you to hear me out.

It is the patient, confident, grounded, and divinely feminine nature that we must awaken. The part of you that already knows who you are and came here to be. The part of you who has wisdom beyond her years. Who blossoms, welcoming all that she is meant for to come to her. Who is fluid with life. Who surrenders to the process, trusting herself completely.

This is who you are. 

And it is with this energy that we must embark on our journey together. 

I promise that if you allow yourself to slow down enough to feel that part of you awaken, your life will be changed forever. 

As your guide, coach, and sacred space facilitator (more on all this another time) I cannot rush things, no matter how eager I am for you to reach that place where the view is so breathtaking that time stands still. No view is worth it without the climb. It is the journey to the mountain, down the trail, over the streams, through the forests, and up the other side that makes it all come together. 

Becoming a mom is like that. You cannot rush things. Nature has the perfect timing for everything. And funny enough, when you embrace the timing of life, things start moving at exactly the right pace. Slowing down will allow you to see just how quickly you are actually moving. Speeding up will show you that you are going at the exact right pace, for you.

So my dear aspiring mama, let’s set the groundwork. 

Imagine that you are making your way to my home. Enjoy the drive North on highway 15. Drive out of the city long after the traffic ends. When all that you see are mountains covered in snow, you will know that you are close. Make a right on the street that smells of freshly ground coffee beans. Slow down—about the speed of the snow flakes falling. Let the rows of pine and birch trees guide the way to the little white house down the road. Make a left into the driveway. Park. Go slowly up the stairs, I promise the balcony won’t fall apart even if it looks like it might. Let yourself in. I’d say to be quiet as Alicia is sleeping downstairs, but my dog, Bali, will greet you excitedly—welcome the love. 

Drop the baggage you’ve been carrying—we’ll unpack it later.

Come sit next to me. Get cozy on this beige couch. Warm up by the fire. Let’s make sure your inner one is lit. 

Now tell me, are you ready to answer the call to motherhood?

Grab the new journal you received for Christmas. I’ll lend you a pen if you need one. Open up to a blank page. Capture what’s on your heart when answering this question.

We’ll discuss and continue tomorrow.

With love,

Mel