09/05/2026
Three generations. One beach. All my heart. 🤍
Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who taught me that being strong wasn’t just something you did in the dojo; it was something you lived.
My mum, one of the first women to earn her blackbelt in Australia, didn’t just teach me Taekwondo and self-defence. She taught me to stand tall, fight for what matters, and never, ever give up. She was my first instructor, my first role model, and the reason I do what I do every single day.
And now watching Arnold and Vada run ahead of me on my favourite beach… I feel it all at once.
The joy. The pride. And that quiet, bittersweet ache.
Because every year, a new child appears; a little taller, a little wiser, a little more their own person - and you have to gently let go of the one they just were.
I’ll never get back the two-year-old Vada who fit perfectly in the crook of my arm and called herself “Dada”. Or the version of Arnold who was obsessed with Knights and castles and asked me a thousand questions before breakfast.
Those versions of them are gone. And I grieve them, even while I celebrate the awesome little people they are becoming.
That’s the thing nobody warns you about motherhood. The love doesn’t get bigger; it just keeps changing shape.
To my mum, thank you for showing me what a strong woman looks like up close. 🥋🤍
To my babies, thank you for choosing me.
Happy Mother’s Day to every mum and every carer feeling all of this at once. You are not alone. Xo
