A Mother's Love...

A Mother's Love...

Mother's day is around the corner and so I wanted to share a letter I wrote (as a mother) to my unborn child Anouk. Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful mums out there. We love you.


January 2021

Dear Anouk,

We havent met yet, but I wanted to take the opportunity to tell you a few things about life, before life gets in the road. 

Right now, you arent even born. All you know is the familiar sound of my heartbeat, some muffled sounds of me and your father chatting and your big brother… squawking, crying, demanding. 

Id love to say that this is a letter with all the answers youll need in life. But, its um, more of… more of a heads up, a what to expect and how to prepare. A little bit like, what a general might say to his troop of men before war. "Prepare yourself for battle. Its tough out there. Best case youll lose a leg, worst case youll die". Good news is, this is life, not war, and everyone dies, so youre not alone. Bad news is, Life is much more complicated than war and a complete mystery to us all. If anyone tries to tell you they have it worked out, smile politely, but know they are lying. 

Life is complicated, messy and confusing and us humans, we arent good at that. We like order and straight lines and problems that can be solved. We dont like lose or frayed ends, or feelings that cant be summed up by words. In fact, we are so uncomfortable with the uncomfortable, that its easier to pretend things are good. And then the pretending becomes what we get used to and we spend our time chasing, wishing, hoping, running, seeking, searching... getting further and further away from… from what we all are born with. Our spirit. Our deep knowing of self. And I dont mean that in a… hippy woo woo way. I just mean, its easy to forget who you are, among 7 billion others. So in some ways I guess life is about losing yourself and then finding yourself again. Hopefully before you die. 

Am I making any sense? I guess want I want you know, more than your alphabet or times tables (youll learn those in this thing called school), is that you have everything you need… right now. Who you are right now, inside my womb, thats the purest you youll ever be. Before you make your way out into the big wide world. 

The big wide world. Its loud and bright…. And although youll recognise my voice, itll feel very unsafe for a few months with these weird new people who call themselves your mum and dad. I have milk for you, upon arrival, and thatll help. And youll still be able to hear my heartbeat, though itll sound a little different because now youll be on the outside. And eventually youll forget where you came from: that warm, dark cave you grew in, from something so small youd need a microscope you see yourself. And out of billions of others just as small, you managed to find your way, in the dark, to my egg, before everyone else. Thats what us humans call, winning. Youll learn about that. And its not so fun twin, Losing. Also known as failure. Which youll no doubt run into.

Us humans like to compare ourselves to others in all sorts of ways. Id like to say try not to worry about that so much, but… you will. Its unavoidable. Plus, losing has its perks too. It hurts in the moment but I can tell you from experience, it has a funny way of moving us in the right direction. Trust. If theres one word I could tell you to value in the human language, itd be trust. And people will tell you thats terrible advice and they might be right because trust can lead to computers getting stolen and heartbreak and political disillusionment and unrealistic expectations. BUT, life is pointless without trust. Love is pointless without trust. Without trust we become cynical and hard and bitter and unforgiving and angry. Im not saying trust every person you meet, Im saying trust yourself, trust your instinct. Trust your spirit. It will always show you the way to go. We like to over-complicate things, us humans, but it really is pretty simple. Youre born, you fill in a whole lot of time and you die. 

And that time is made up of choices. Some you dont get to choose, but most you do. Dont forget that. You are the captain of your ship, my little girl. When the waters get choppy, (and they will, we dont control the weather), you hold the wheel, you hold the compass, you guide your boat, you decide where to go. 

Ill be there, on my boat. Watching you. Loving you. Trying my hardest not to interfere too much. As hard as that will be sometimes. 

Enjoy your life. All the nooks and crannies. See you soon. 

Love Mum.xx


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