Hi, I’m Claire — and while motherhood has been my greatest rebirth, my son, Bixby, has been my greatest teacher.
He came into this world cosmic and whole, deeply connected to himself and to realms beyond. From the moment I lifted him out of the birth tub and into my arms, he began teaching me: to soften, to surrender, to embrace change, to allow flow. Every cry, every snuggle, every feeding became a lesson in presence and trust.
Alongside the lessons came the conflict. What I was living with Bix — the closeness, the rhythm, the mutual nourishment AND the hardship alike— did not match what I had been told to expect and what I was feeling pressured to step into. The timelines for healing, the rules around feeding, the scripts for sleep — none of it reflected the reality we were experiencing together. The expert advice felt hollow. The community I longed for was absent. Still, Bix kept showing me the way: stay close, trust myself, follow the rhythm of connection.
One of his greatest teachings came through sleep. Cry it out? Not a chance. Instead, I held him through the night and cradled him through a thousand and one contact naps. And in those quiet hours, heartbeat to heartbeat, he taught me over and over again: there is nothing to fix, only to lean into. Those naps became my sanctuary, and Bix my wisest mentor.
Pregnancy required me to stretch, birth required me to shatter and postpartum required me to pick up the pieces and rebuild, but Bixby taught me how. I am still rebuilding, still unraveling, still learning from him every single day. My devotion belongs to my son and to the mothers walking this same path. Out of this devotion — out of these lessons — Regenerative Motherhood was born: a paradigm as ancient as it is fresh, one that guides us home to ourselves, to our children, and to one another.