Why I Started Letters to Mama — And the Village I Was Looking For
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There's a thing nobody tells you about motherhood.
It's not the exhaustion - everyone mentions the exhaustion. It's not the laundry, or the noise, or the way time moves so fast it makes your chest hurt. Those things are real, but they're not the hardest part.
The hardest part is how lonely it can feel. Even in a house full of small people who need you. Even surrounded by other mamas at the school gate, at the playground, at the supermarket with their own overflowing trolleys and their own tired eyes.
We are all there. And somehow we are all alone.
I started Letters to Mama because I was looking for my village.
Not a Facebook group. Not a parenting forum. Not a comment section full of strangers who half-read what I wrote and replied to something I didn't say.
I wanted something slower than that. Something that felt like sitting across a kitchen table from another mama who gets it - who knows what it feels like to be completely overwhelmed and completely in love with the same small life, sometimes in the same five minutes.
I wanted a letter. A real one. On real paper. Written by someone who has also stood at the kitchen sink at 10pm wondering if she's doing any of this right.
So I made one.
The first letter I wrote wasn't for anyone in particular. It was for the mama who was up too late. The one who loved her children deeply and still sometimes counted the minutes until bedtime. The one who kept meaning to slow down and kept not quite managing it.
It was, if I'm honest, a letter to myself.
And then I thought - if I feel this way, other mamas do too. If I need this village, someone else is looking for it as well. Maybe lots of someones.
That thought became Letters to Mama.
What I want this to be - more than a product, more than a subscription, more than a pretty envelope - is a village. A small, slow, handmade village of mamas who send each other things. Who remind each other that the ordinary Tuesday is worth noticing. Who hold space for each other in the middle of the noise.
A village made of paper and ink and real words written by real hands.
Because some of the most important things that were ever said between women - between mothers -were said in letters. Not texts. Not posts. Letters.
If you found Letters to Mama today - hello. I'm glad you're here.
And if you ever want to write back - there's an address at the bottom of every envelope. 💌
Letters to Mama is a monthly letter, postcard and ritual card for mothers who need a reason to slow down. Find us at mamaletters.com