Eight years ago, after the birth of my first babe, Charlotte Harlow Laine, my blogging journey began. It was a way to chronicle my day-to- day experience of loving, nurturing, educating, laughing and raising babes. The Mess in Messenger was its name. My simple writings described the literal and figurative mess of being a mama and married to an ex-bike messenger.
Documenting the beautiful chaos in our everyday, allowed me to reflect on those fleeting moments of childhood. It was also through these writings that I felt heard, connected and the most happy. I could share all that was so close to my heart free of judgment. The blog evolved from its humble beginnings. As both the babe and this mama grew, connections and relationships were forged. And with each subsequent birth of my babes, my desire to nurture mamas in their prenatal and postpartum journeys through emotional support and art took hold of my heart.
ivy & wren is the full circle personal journey and collection of all that ignites my soul: postpartum care, emotional support, expression through art, dedication to birth arts. It is not only my desire to have this as an open space to share my loves but to welcome my heart to you and your journey and awe full mess in becoming a Mama. Our journeys may be our own, but they are similar. Full of love but sometimes consumed by chaos. Maintaining ourselves as individuals while supporting the growth of our littles, is a blessing but difficult navigation. It is a task that we share but one with little guidance and an adventure that we have undertaken without understanding. My goal is to hopefully inspire and share the truth in its beauty.
As I write this welcome to you, one babe nestled into my breast, four others enjoying the ground beneath their feet, I am full of gratitude. Gratitude for my babes. Gratitude for the fragility and purity that fills my heart. Gratitude for the journey. Gratitude for the lessons. Gratitude for you.
I hope you find comfort, joy, support and love in ivy & wren. Let us walk this path together and may our "hearts always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living." (E.E. Cummings)
Love to all,