Updated: Aug 21, 2020
It all started when I was a little girl. Isn't that where it all starts?
I would sit with my two sisters every holidays making them sit in class as well as organising all the kids in the neighbourhood to have a fun "play day" together. Even in high school, I was the one to plan, in our very small community, a way for our social group to come together and support each other. It was my complete honour watching and joining people together.
I have always loved holding space.
As a teacher, I felt completely in my element in that classroom. Watching children learn new things and grow with confidence was my pride and joy. But when I had my first child, something began to change in me. I could see that my dedication had changed, that my child had come first for everything and a part of me was dissolving away.
Not having a lot of direct family support around me, I relied heavily on mother's groups, music groups and all kinds of groups in those first few years to really hold me as a mother. But, most of the time, the conversations I really wanted to be having, just weren't happening and I had no idea where to start them when I was in the thick of it.
So, from my space of loneliness, grief and knowing a space was there for the changing, to make it for the better of other women who came after me, I realised, that the little girl in me was already dreaming and making the plans to call the space together.