the capable mumma co.

24/03/2025

Today, I Was Mom

Today I did a lot.

I never left the house.
There was no formidable paycheck earned to justify my day.

And yet, I sit here exhausted and ready to be done. But I’m not.
Not because I lacked effort or time management, but because the work of being “mom” is never truly finished.

Today, I woke up and got to work, coffee in hand, thoughts racing, lists forming.
I cooked meals, taught lessons, and told jokes. I tried new things and repeated the old familiar ones.

I was creative. I was productive. I was adventurous.
I got upset, then I got hugs.
I even ate brownies.

It was a day like every other in my world—typically different and spectacularly unique, yet cozy in its dependable rhythm.

Today, like yesterday and tomorrow, I was mom. And that, in itself, is everything.
Words Be Brave Mom
Art Pace Paintings

04/11/2024

The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.

21/06/2024

Motherhood is a journey…NOT a single achievement.

18/06/2024

It’s magic 😜😜

20/05/2024

“You’re helping someone small takes steps every day.”

Jess Urlichs

Your reminder today ❤️

15/05/2024

Life doesn’t have to be complicated 🙏

Brooke Hampton

🖤

02/05/2024

Just…poke…eye…

🤣🤣🥴

01/05/2024

You are a Mother
But never, just.

🙌🙌🙌🙌

Jess Urlichs

This is so special! My poem on the window of Abode in Chch 💞

04/04/2024

As young girls and Women we are so open to criticism. Commenting on little girl’s growing bodies is wrong and damaging.

Let’s change that!

Thank you Jess Urlichs 🙏🙏

I was 5 when I first saw the girls in the magazines,
10 when a boy in my class made fun of my chin.
I was 14 when the girls at school asked me to show them my dance recital so they could laugh at my height, and so I was 14 when I hated being tall.
I was 15 when I first wore board shorts at the beach because I thought my thighs were big,
16 when I coloured my hair because my boyfriend mentioned he preferred brunettes.
I was 17 when I wondered if how you look was more important than being a good person,
19 when I concidered breast implants,
21 when I broke my leg and just wanted to walk again, 23 when I started thinking I needed injectables because ageing was a “bad thing’ and not the privilege it should be.
29 when I gave birth and saw my son had my chin and suddenly loved my own, and also 29 when someone commented on my postpartum belly.

Will I be 80 and realise you need gratitude to stand tall and not toned legs?
80 when I can’t move as freely to then love every version of myself?

I was 34 when my daughter stood beside me in the mirror as I was getting dressed, she saw my stretch marks and said “mummy you’re beautiful”.
And I didn’t pick myself apart because our inner voice starts with someone else’s.

I was 34 when I finally said thank you.
To her, and my body.

03/04/2024

Now that’s multitasking 🤣🤣😜

30/03/2024

Boobs…somehow they make an appearance when you least expect it 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

29/03/2024

There is something very satisfying about this video.

We are destined to bounce back.

Once fallen we rise again.