The Quiet Call That Led Me to Purpose Through Motherhood

There came a moment in my motherhood journey—somewhere around the time my daughter, Emilia, was nine months old—when something began to stir. A quiet restlessness. A yearning I couldn’t quite name. I was in the thick of it—navigating nap schedules and postpartum anxiety, finding my feet in a life that felt brand new—yet I kept feeling the pull of something just beyond my reach. 

While painting and renovating our home during her naps, I filled the silence with podcasts. Stories of creativity, purpose and self-discovery became my background noise. It was during one of those episodes that three questions landed softly in my consciousness. I didn’t realise it then, but they would shape everything that came next. 

I carried those questions with me for weeks, letting them simmer quietly in the background. I scribbled into my journal. I let them echo while I pushed the buggy on our morning walks or stirred dinner on the stove. No big epiphany came—until one day in the shower, the pieces fell together. Not all at once, but like a soft clicking into place. Something in me opened. 

Looking back, I see that moment not as a grand unveiling, but as a seed. One that had been slowly growing underground, watered by years of lived experience, inner work and gentle curiosity. That seed would eventually take shape as the vision I now hold so dearly: a calling to support women in remembering who they are—beyond the roles, the expectations, the noise. 

But before that vision could be born, I had to wade through a lot of noise of my own. Not just the everyday chaos of motherhood, but the stories I’d inherited: that small-town girls don’t dream big. That motherhood means sacrifice. That we need permission to create something different. I resisted. I doubted. I dismissed my ideas before they could take root. 

Slowly, I began unravelling those beliefs. Rewriting them. Choosing new ones. I started investing in myself for the first time—not just financially, but energetically. I joined mentoring programs, worked with coaches, dove into courses. And as I did, something shifted. I saw myself differently. Not just for what I did, but for who I was. 

I began to trust myself. My intuition. The process. And I realised something that changed everything: 

Even with those three questions as breadcrumbs, I spent a lot of time trying to force clarity. Trying to arrive somewhere. But it was only when I softened—when I let go of expectation, stayed open and allowed things to unfold—that the resistance eased and the answers began to reveal themselves. 

The three questions that sparked it all? 

1. What annoys me the most? –  The Accidental Creative with Todd Henry 

2. What am I doing right now that others can benefit from? – Big Creatrix Energy with Gabriella Rosie 

3. What markers from my childhood might hold clues about my purpose? – Sure, Babe with Chrissy Powers 

My answers? 

What annoyed me most was the way women are expected to abandon parts of themselves as they move from one role to another—how we’re rarely encouraged to integrate who we’ve been into who we’re becoming. 

At the time, what I was doing that others could benefit from was walking a path that hadn’t been modelled for me—exploring a new narrative of womanhood and motherhood that felt more whole, more authentic, more alive. 

And when I asked my mum what stood out about me as a child, she reminded me of how I’d line up my teddies and dolls, create a classroom, and teach. I’d speak to them for hours in my make-believe school, completely in my element. 

All these threads began to weave together into something that felt big. Bigger than I expected. A little bit audacious, if I’m honest. I didn’t know how to begin or if I could pull it off—but I followed the thread anyway. It’s led me here: to guiding women into a new paradigm of alignment, embodiment and empowered motherhood. 

If you’ve felt the stirrings too—the quiet questions, the nudge that there’s more—maybe this is your invitation. Not to go searching for purpose as if it’s something outside of you, but to come home to yourself. To hear the call of your own becoming. 

Because purpose isn’t something we chase. It’s something we remember. 

And it starts with saying yes to knowing yourself deeply, tenderly and completely.

With love, Rhian xx