We are the daughters of trees we didn’t choose.
Raised in branches shaped by survival, perfectionism, silence, and self-sacrifice.
We grew high—but not whole.
Disconnected from our roots. From the earth. From our bodies.
And still—we questioned.
We shook.
We cracked.
Until one day, we dared to cut ourselves free.
Not to fall, but to plant.
We buried our branch—our story—with sacred intention.
Not to forget where we came from, but to grow something entirely new.
A tree rooted in regulation, in nourishment, in rest.
A tree that our children can climb without fear.
A tree that bears fruit no one in our family has ever tasted.
This is what it means to be Moms Rewilding.
We don’t just heal for ourselves.
We heal for the ones who came before—and the ones who will never have to.