17/06/2026
Becoming a mum was and still is, the greatest love story of my life.
And if I'm honest, it was also the biggest identity crisis.
I didn't lose parts of myself slowly.
I lost them all at once.
One day I was Aleesha.
And the next, I was somebody's mum.
Before motherhood, I was adventurous.
Spontaneous.
A little (ok a lot) wild.
A little (ok also a lot) reckless.
Deeply independent.
I made decisions based on what I wanted.
Then suddenly, every decision carried the weight of someone else.
And while I wouldn't change it for the world, motherhood introduced a level of responsibility and anxiety that I'd never experienced before.
Even now, my mind is constantly scanning.
Is she okay?
Does she need something?
What have I forgotten?
What's next?
It's hard to relax when part of your nervous system is always on watch.
Lately, life has thrown me into another season of change.
One that's required me to step up in ways I didn't expect.
And strangely, it's forced me back into a relationship with myself.
Not just Mum Aleesha.
All of me.
The healer.
The business owner.
The woman.
The dreamer.
The wild child.
The responsible adult.
I've spent years wondering if those parts of me were competing with each other.
If the old version of me was something I needed to outgrow in order to be a good mum.
But what I'm beginning to realise is that authenticity isn't choosing one version of yourself.
It's allowing all of them to exist.
The grounded woman and the adventurous woman.
The nurturing woman and the fiercely independent woman.
The mum and the person.
Maybe the goal was never to become someone different...
Maybe it was to remember that none of those parts were ever meant to leave...
They were just waiting to be welcomed back home.