10/05/2026
Today is Mother’s Day, and yesterday we finished a wonderful couple of days at our local Eisteddfod.
My daughter is a dancer, and so it’s been a beautiful week full of so much pride, nerves, excitement, tiredness, moments of joy, moments of disappointment, but ultimately, the privilege of supporting her as she does something she loves.
Dance was such a huge part of my own life growing up and, in many ways, exactly what led me to yoga. I think it’s quite common for dancers (or ex-dancers) to find that path. At first, there’s that familiarity of movement, body awareness, balance, and breath. Then, over time, yoga becomes so much more than just the shapes.
And honestly, I’m so appreciative for my meditation and yoga practice now.
Because like any mother, supporting your child while they put themselves out there can feel really full. You feel the waiting, the courage, the highs and lows. You feel it alongside them.
What I know deeply is that my own meditation and yoga practice supports me in motherhood, but it also supports her. I want to show her how to move through life with calm and balance. How to breathe through hard moments. How to ground, steady, and return to the present instead of getting lost in what has already happened or what might come next.
Especially in moments that can feel overwhelming.
Because ultimately, this is her journey.
Not mine to control or carry for her, but to gently support, witness, and trust.
And motherhood is that, though, isn't it? Loving deeply while slowly learning to let go and holding close while also giving space.
Today, I’m so grateful for the privilege of being her mum.
To those celebrating, longing, grieving, navigating complicated feelings, or quietly moving through the day, I’m thinking of you too.
Happy Mother’s Day 🤍
