05/08/2026
I heard friends mention babysitters, those first tentative steps out without babies. Some even used apps where someone could simply come over and watch their child.
I listened to parents' relief as they settled small children into their own beds and finally spoke of full nights' sleep.
I watched happy parents drop their children off at nursery and turn their thoughts to work, coffees and conversations.
I saw parents standing in the street, hands loosely holding their children's, chatting with ease.
Matrescence is the profound transformation that accompanies motherhood: the physical, emotional and psychological shift that comes with giving birth, feeding, nurturing and becoming responsible for another human being.
Like adolescence, it is a period of enormous change, an upheaval of identity as we slowly grow into who motherhood asks us to become.
And this shift into new phases, away from matrescence, from the relentlessness of early motherhood, the physical and mental toll was shrinking as their children grew.
But I could only watch, as bedtimes were not my own, as beds were shared long into double figures.
Free hours, whether at nursery or school, were still filled with the same exhaustion and the same questions that haunted early motherhood: “Am I doing the right thing?”
Because we are the mothers of Matrescence Extended: a life that does not move neatly into new stages, but instead becomes a protracted one. As others move through motherhood's expected changes, ours linger.
Ours move from hairbands on our wrists, trying to remember which breast is next, to sitting up late at night cutting labels from clothing, researching melatonin, or popping back to the shops one more time because we don't have the right cereal and, just like the right sleep suit once did, that one thing can make or break bedtime.
Matrescence Extended is the disappearance of ourselves while we care for someone whose needs do not dissipate but instead remain all hands on deck.
We stay close.
We still prepare meals, anticipate every eventuality and live in a state of unknowing, trying to figure it all out while others seem to move on.
The isolation and overwhelm remain as we continue to wonder, “Perhaps they were hungry? Poorly? Tired? Overwhelmed?” We still search for answers long after we imagined we would no longer need to.
Matrescence Extended is not the motherhood shared in parenting books with smiling families or in holiday adverts.
It is not spoken about in the playground or celebrated as a milestone reached.
It is the motherhood lived quietly behind closed front doors.
It is watching other mothers reclaim pieces of themselves while you remain on constant alert.
It is listening to conversations about newfound freedom while your world is still measured in routines, safe foods and the fragile balance that keeps everyone afloat.
Matrescence Extended is something we so often carry alone.
So this is for you, who are still here, still keeping someone safe, fed and held together.
For you, who have loved so much and for so long that parts of yourself have quietly disappeared beneath the endless doing, planning and worrying.
For now, and perhaps for some time yet, it is still all hands on deck.
For now, and perhaps for some time yet, it is still all hands on deck.
This version of motherhood may not be written about.
It may not be captured on social media.
But it exists, in kitchens late at night, in cars while we wait outside school gates late into the morning, in whispered conversations out of earshot.
We see you when the world does not.