The Dance Of Creativity & Motherhood

Holding the balance between creating & raising babies, and how interconnected it all truly is.

Hi there! I’m Hunter. I’m a mother of a two-year-old daughter, married to my British husband, and we live in Northwest Florida along the beautiful white, sandy beaches. I share about sacred & slow living as well as my own personal journey in being a mother and a creative. Make sure to subscribe to have my posts delivered directly to your inbox. Thank you for being here.

Her wisps of hair tickle my chin.

My left arm begins to go numb.

My right shoulder aches.

I readjust, she sighs.

I hold my breath and hope I don’t wake her.

She places her little hand in mine and I wonder how I can continue typing on my phone in the darkness of nap time with only one hand free. 

Inspiration strikes strongly and forcefully, pulling me out of slumber or rest because it has words that spill out and must be said. I am a mother. And a creative. And the portal between the two blasted open when I gave birth two years ago. 

I create because I must. Because it connects me to the deepest parts of myself. Because it teaches me about how I mother. It moves me toward how I want to mother.

If anything, it is a future representation for my daughter to see just how much I love her and just how much I value my creativity. Both are true, both are important. 

Being a creative mother is about finding the nooks and crannies where silence escapes and your thoughts and dreams can bubble up with it. It’s in the quiet mornings or the late nights, the endless naps and feedings, the time away from home, or time stolen for five minutes here and ten minutes there. Sometimes, creativity doesn’t wait for silence and instead flows through you as little hands grab at your hips and dinner needs to be put on the table. 

Being a creative mother is choreographing a dance only you know the melody of. It’s weaving the story of your life into art while living your life. A creative mother knows the rhythm all too well and finds those pockets of magic that make the pieces fit. 

Being a creative mother is never about being perfect. But about embracing the imperfections so she can live an embodied aligned life. She understands that having children didn’t stifle her dreams, it transformed them. And she works within those walls of raising babies to create her life’s work.

Sometimes raising those babies is her life’s work, and that’s a creative mother too. 

Creative mothers are simply mothers because when you become a mother, you come into yourself. You are the connection between the hidden language of the universe and the human experience realized. 

We are brainwashed into believing that mothers are nothing more than martyrs. Giving up life, giving up dreams, giving up hopes. We sit at home and wait, we keep the house looking nice. Or we go out and get a “real job” only to be called irresponsible and negligent.

But mothers hold the power of creation, and when they wield that power, they understand that the flow of life is life. 

Being a creative mother is being a mother. It’s alchemizing our Earthly experience with our souls’ work and morphing it into one beautiful existence. 

Being a creative mother is standing in our power while also embodying softness. It’s embracing the magic of this AND that versus this OR that. A creative mother knows no bounds and can hold the world of her family at her fingertips. She writes in the hidden darkness of the everyday. She paints with the language of the colors. She plays music with the keys of nature. She weaves truth and ecstasy and joy and light and heaviness and grief and all these feelings of living a life well lived into her work. 

She keeps her heart soft and her body open, even when it hurts. Even when it’s so painful she feels like she will break. 

Being a creative mother is bending the power of time to make real-life magic happen.

Being a creative mother is drawing worlds unseen while lying in bed next to her sleeping baby.

Being a creative mother is being the fullest expression of herself. 

So I’ll kiss her tiny forehead and whisper love notes into her ear, then I’ll slowly peel myself away as she sleeps so I can go create.

So I can be a creative.

And when she wakes, I will also be a mother.