The Power of Community in Motherhood: Why You Shouldn’t Go It Alone
Motherhood is a sacred initiation—and yet, for many of us it feels more like waking up every day.
Especially as a single mama, I know what it’s like to carry everything. To do the appointments, the night feeds, the working, the worrying, the cleaning, the playing, the consoling—all without a consistent village. I know what it’s like to love your child with every ounce of your being while feeling like no one is holding and loving you.
But here’s the truth I’ve come to know deep in my bones, while many of us have no choice but to put on the cape and be SuperMoms, it was never meant to be accompanied with the exhaustion and fatigue. We weren’t meant to do this in isolation.
Our ancestors didn’t mother in silence or isolation. They birthed, nursed, healed, and raised their babies within community. Even when they may not have had a husband, they had aunties, grandmothers, neighbors, sisters, elders, doulas, cousins, community healers—people who showed up.
A sacred circle of support—to witness, guide, and hold them. Women weren’t expected to figure it all out by themselves. Motherhood was woven into the fabric of the community, raising children was a community effort and we can see this original blueprint even in nature today. The babies of the Dusky Langur, a monkey, are constantly passed around from one troop member to another. And get this, each member, grandma, auntie, cousin, uncle, nephew, their second cousin twice removed on their daddy side are all clamoring to take care of the baby. Sometimes, Mom has to fight to get her baby back.
Colonization, capitalism, and systems of oppression broke have broken that sacred circle, destabilized that structure and almost obliterated that built-in care and support. They have fed us, especially Mamas of color, that strength means doing it all alone. So we now live in a world that glorifies independence and hustle. But when it comes to motherhood, self-sufficiency can quickly become self-abandonment. But we are remembering now. We are restoring the sacredness of being held, being supported, being cared for.
This message is especially for my Black and Brown Mamas who’ve been told they have to be strong all the time. We don’t. You don’t. We are allowed to be soft.
You’re allowed to be soft. We deserve to be supported. You deserve to be seen for no other reason than the fact that you are a human being. Not to mention that you are the divine feminine incarnate. Nor that you have been purposed for the highest calling over the divine feminine, Motherhood.
When mothers are supported, we don’t just survive, we thrive and so do our children. Studies show that community can lower postpartum depression, improve confidence, and even reduce physical symptoms of stress. When we are supported, we’re able to rise and all the generations that came before and all that come after rise as well.
But beyond the science, there’s a spiritual nourishment that comes from sitting in circle with other mothers. A knowing. A remembering. A shared strength.
When one mama cries, another holds her. When one celebrates, we all rise with her. This is the essence of sacred sisterhood.
We heal. They heal. We rest. They can rest. And we can all dream again, be filled with joy again.
When I created Naturealness Birth, it wasn’t just for content or coaching. It was because I longed for a real circle—a space for us to exhale. A space where Mothers feel sacred, not just strong. Where our pain is alchemized and our joy is amplified.
After becoming a mother myself, I realized how deeply I longed for soulful, aligned connection. Not just someone to swap diaper tips with, but someone who could hold space for the spiritual unfolding that motherhood brings.
That’s why I’m creating The Sanctuary—a monthly membership space for mothers across all stages, whether you're trying to conceive, currently pregnant, newly postpartum, or deep in the rebirth of identity. It’s not just another group. It’s a circle. A spiritual home. A place to be nourished, emotionally and spiritually, to be seen, and supported by other women walking the sacred path of motherhood.
No pressure. No performance. Just support. Just wisdom. Just presence.
Whether you're trying to conceive, newly pregnant, deep in postpartum, or reemerging as a new version of yourself—you deserve community. The kind that feels sacred, safe, and soul-expanding.
So if you’ve been feeling overwhelmed, alone, or unseen, know this:
You are not alone. You are not meant to be. And you don’t have to be.
So stay close, Mama
The Sanctuary opens its arms in August—and I’d love for you to be among the first to step inside.
Imagine:
Being able to share your truth without code-switching, shame, guilt or judgement.
Being held through tears, laughs, and late-night fears
Gathering virtually with other Mothers who get it
