The Space Between Who You Were and Who You’re Becoming

Ellie stood in the kitchen and realised she hadn’t heard silence like this in years.

Her youngest had just started nursery, and the house once full of nap-time white noise and snack requests was still. She made tea and didn’t sit down. She wasn’t sure where to go or what to do with the stillness.

The calendar was full. The house needed cleaning. But something in her felt paused.

“I thought I’d get loads done,” she told a friend later.

“But mostly I just felt... flat.”

Laura was on the other end of it. Her baby was only a few months old, and the intensity of the newborn days had just started to ease. She could shower most mornings. The feeds were settling. Everyone told her she looked great.

And she did, but inside, she felt like a version of herself she didn’t quite recognise. Not sad, exactly. Just altered. Like the ground had shifted and she was still finding her feet.

And then there’s Debbie.

Debbie is a mum of four. She’s lived through the blur of babyhood, the letting-go of school gates, the heartbreak of change, and the beauty that often follows.

She’s not a guru. She doesn’t have a 10-step plan. She’s just really, really good at creating spaces where mothers can breathe again.

Where you can say the thing that’s been sitting in your chest for weeks. Where you can be quiet, if that’s what you need. Where you can be messy, unsure, curious.

She listens like someone who’s heard it all and still thinks your version matters most.

That’s what this afternoon at Nest is.

Not a workshop. Not a seminar. Just a space to meet yourself in the middle of change.

Maybe your baby’s growing more independent, and you’re realising how much of you has been wrapped around them. Maybe you’re heading back to work, trying to figure out how to hold both your ambition and your softness. Maybe nothing dramatic is happening and that’s the weirdest part of all.

Whatever shape your transition is taking, it’s real. And it deserves attention.

We’re not great at marking these moments in motherhood. The slow shifts. The identity changes. The quiet recalibrations that happen as we adapt... again and again, to the needs around us, and slowly remember our own.

This retreat is a way to say:

This matters. I matter. I want to notice what’s changing in me, not just in them.

It’s one afternoon. Held gently. Guided by Debbie. Shared with other women who probably don’t have all the words either, but know what it means to want a little space to make sense of it all.

Come if you feel the nudge. Or save the idea for another season.

Either way, know this: You are not the only one feeling the shift. You are not the only one in the middle of becoming.

Ready to meet yourself in the middle of change?

Join us for an afternoon retreat at Nest held by Debbie, shared with other mothers navigating their own quiet transitions.

There’s no need to have the words. Just bring yourself. As you are.

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Book your space here