Letter to the mothers who carry the world

It is often said that there are a thousand ways to be a mother.

And that's true.

There are those who whisper, those who burst out laughing, those who reassure with a simple look.

There are those who hold on, even when sleep has flown away, and those who still find the strength to move forward, one step after another.

Being a mother is not about following a fixed model.

It's a collection of invisible gestures which, put together, weave a bond as strong as fabric. It's about soothing an unspoken weariness, offering comfort amidst chaos, and yet, despite everything, giving tenderness with open arms.

The paradox of weight and lightness

Carrying the world is a heavy burden.

The tasks to be completed one after another, the worries that cling to you, the endless lists.

And yet, within this immense role, there is an unexpected lightness:

a warm breath against the nape of your neck, a small hand gripping like an anchor, a body nestled against yours.

As if this weight were instead becoming a strength, an obvious fact.

This is also what physiological carrying is all about: transforming the burden into closeness, finding comfort in the simple act of carrying your child against you, whether in a sling , a wrap or a physiological baby carrier .

These minutes stolen from time

We know that finding time for ourselves is often a feat. But sometimes, a few minutes are enough.

Breathe deeply, feel the air circulating.

Remember that in porting too, a tiny adjustment is all it takes to make everything simpler and smoother.

Motherhood is a bit like that: learning to deal with the knots, to let go when necessary, and to welcome these suspended moments.

The voices that resonate

Being a mother sometimes means feeling alone even though you're never really alone.

It's like with babywearing: we move forward together, but each has their own pace, their own breath, their own place.

And when the stories intersect — a confidence, a shared story, a burst of laughter — we realize that what we thought we carried alone is actually a common thread between all of us.

To all of you

To those who move forward with confidence, and to those who falter.

To those who doubt, and to those who are forging their own path step by step.

To those who carry their children, their projects, their dreams — sometimes all at once.

You hold the world in your arms, against your hearts, on your shoulders.

And every day, in this gesture repeated a thousand times, you prove that strength is often hidden in the simplest impulses.