It all begins with an idea.

What makes a Mother?


Maybe it’s more than pregnancy announcements and baby showers.
More than labour pains and sleepless nights.

More than reading story books and wiping tears. 


Maybe a Mother is made not necessarily by the growing of a babe in her womb, but by the growth that happens in her heart. 
Maybe a Mother is formed in the longing and in the waiting, in the loving and in the losing, in the nurturing and loving and laying down your life for another. 
Maybe a Mother is formed in letting her heart so expand in love that it feels like it will burst, knowing that she can get hurt, but choosing love anyways.