Why a Soft Reset Matters for Mothers at the New Year There is a certain magic to the week between Christmas and New Year... a hush, a breath, a suspension of time. The lights are still twinkling, the days are short and dark, and the house holds gratitude but also mess, and exhaustion. It is a season where as a mother I often feel stretched thin, longing for a moment of stillness amidst the fullness. Before 2026 arrives with its noise and expectations, here is a soft place to

What wants to grow in me now, not in spite of the season, but because of it? Winter has always held a different kind of magic. A magic that refuses urgency. A magic that turns our attention from the shiny, fast, exponential kind of “manifestation” and toward something deeper, older, and infinitely more honest. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with manifestation. The way it’s often taught, endlessly reaching, endlessly performing, endlessly “raising your vibration”,

It’s late at night, the washing machine spins in the background, and you’re scrolling through your phone while nursing a baby or folding laundry with the other. There’s that big dream inside you, maybe it’s a business idea, a book, a sacred offering, a longing to step more fully into your purpose, and yet, every time you try to build it, life happens. A toddler cries. Someone needs a snack. Another nappy change. I See You! I Am You! And then you read about this Saturn–Neptune