Here for the little ones

There are some of us who arrived in this life with a quiet remembering. Not a memory of the mind, but a knowing we couldn’t explain, only feel.

From a young age, I carried it. You may have, too.

I remember a dream I had as a little girl. I was surrounded by tiny gnomes - gentle, spirited little beings I was caring for with such joy. It wasn’t just a dream. It was a glimpse. A soul memory. A sacred thread.

Before my children came earthside, I felt them. Their presence circled me for years - spirit babies hovering just beyond the veil, waiting for the right moment. I always knew I was here to be a mother. But not just to my own children. To childhood itself.

To the innocence that has been forgotten.

To the wildness that was tamed too soon.

To the softness this world has tried to harden.

I believe some of us are here to re-enchant childhood. To return it to its rightful place as sacred, slow, deeply connected to nature, spirit, and ancestry. We are here to mother in a way that nourishes generations forward, and back.

This work is not just parenting. It’s remembering.

Every time we cradle our babies in tallow and clay, every time we wrap their tiny bodies in amber and say no to the noise of a rushed world, we are doing soul work.

Ancestral work.

Healing work.

We are the mothers who came to change the story.

So if you, too, have felt like you were born for this, if you've always known you were here for the little ones, the earth, the sacred slowness - this is your remembering.

You are not lost. You are not late.

You are walking exactly the path your soul chose.

The forest remembers. The water remembers. The children remember.

And so do you.

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