A journey through Motherhood

Life doesn’t always unfold as we imagine it will - especially in motherhood. Often, it takes us on a journey that cracks us open, reshapes us, and ultimately reveals the depth of our inner strength. On this week’s episode of The Sharon Fitzmaurice Podcast, I’m honoured to sit with Tracy Holmes - a devoted mother of three and wife to Andrew, living in the beautiful surroundings of Co. Wicklow, Ireland.

Tracy’s story is a profound and heartfelt reflection of what it means to grow through motherhood, especially when faced with challenges that shake us to our core. In her raw and beautifully written memoir Raising Resilience, published by Orla Kelly Publishing, she shares the emotionally charged experience of the premature birth of her twin boys, the diagnosis of Down Syndrome for one of her sons, and the early separation of the twins during that tender first year.

But at the heart of Tracy’s story lies something even more universal - the often unspoken reality of maternal mental health.

So many women, as Tracy so vulnerably shares, suffer in silence. Afraid of being judged, of not being seen as a "good enough" mother, they carry their pain alone. But Tracy’s message is one of deep compassion and truth: to be the kind of mother - or father - our children need, we must first care for ourselves. Looking after our mental, emotional, and physical wellbeing is not a luxury; it is a necessity. When we tend to ourselves, we model to our children the power of self-love, resilience, and emotional integrity.

Tracy's healing journey included finding time for herself, reclaiming small yet powerful moments of peace and connection. One of her greatest sources of strength came from sea swimming - an act that brought her not only clarity and calm, but connection to a tribe of supportive women. She also found solace and understanding among other parents raising children with Down Syndrome, discovering that shared experience creates a sacred space where vulnerability is met with empathy rather than judgement.

This conversation is a call to all mothers and parents: you are not alone. Your struggles do not make you less - they are part of the courageous path you walk. Seeking support is not a sign of weakness; it is a profound act of love - for yourself, and for your children.

Tracy's story is a gentle yet powerful reminder that motherhood is not about doing it all perfectly, but about being real, being supported, and being kind to ourselves through the ever-evolving journey. In sharing her truth, she offers a guiding light for others to follow—out of isolation and into connection, out of fear and into trust.

Tune in to this soulful and healing episode. Let Tracy's voice and vulnerability remind you of your own strength, and the sacredness of tending to your own heart as you care for the hearts of those you love.

Sharon Fitzmaurice

Author, Wellbeing Coach & Podcast Host

Breath by Breath: Reconnecting with Life

This week on The Sharon Fitzmaurice Podcast, I had the honour of speaking with Jade Horton, a woman whose story touched me in ways I’m still processing. On the 10th of December 2020, Jade experienced the kind of tragedy no parent could ever imagine -losing both of her precious children, Sienna (7) and Isaac (3), in a devastating house fire.

In an attempt to escape the flames, Jade jumped thirty feet from the burning building. Her injuries were life-threatening. She was told she would never walk again. She spent four long weeks in intensive care, underwent several operations, and faced a mountain of physical pain -but even greater was the pain in her heart.

Yet somehow, in the depths of that pain, something stirred within her. A quiet, unwavering strength. A love so powerful that it refused to give in. Jade chose to honour her children by choosing life. Through holistic healing, sheer determination, and an unshakable bond with her little ones in spirit, Jade took her first steps just twelve weeks later.

Everything she has done since that day -every breath, every step -has been for them. And now, through her healing and her work, she walks alongside other parents who are trying to survive the impossible.

After our conversation, I found myself sitting in stillness, my heart wide open. I kept returning to one thought: how do we go on after something so soul-shattering? And deeper still: do we really need to come close to death to fully reconnect with life?

Jade’s story reminded me that sometimes, it is through our most painful experiences that we come to see life differently - not with our eyes, but with our soul. It’s not always about surviving… sometimes it’s about remembering why we want to keep living at all. And when that reason is love - pure, unconditional love, it becomes our guide through the darkest of nights.

I often reflect on the paths we each walk. Some are straight and smooth, while others twist and turn with heartbreak and hope. I know in my own life, it wasn’t one grand act of bravery that kept me going - it was the small, quiet choices. The decision to keep showing up for life, even when I didn’t know what the next day would bring. The choice to meet myself in the moment, without judgement. To simply say: this is who I am today, and that is enough.

We’re all on a journey that takes us in unexpected directions. We set out aiming for one destination, only to discover we’re meant to arrive somewhere entirely different. And yet, that’s where the beauty lies. Not in the outcome, but in the becoming.

Life will always hold moments that take our breath away - some with wonder, some with sorrow. And there are times when we feel we may never breathe again. But eventually, we do. We take that next breath. And with it, we find a strength we didn’t know we had.

We carry on. Sometimes slowly, sometimes shakily. But we move forward - not because it’s easy, but because there is something, or someone, worth living for, may that someone is You.  Because in each step, no matter how small, we are reclaiming life. Not as it once was, but as it is now. Raw. Real. Sacred.

And that, to me, is the very essence of healing.

Sharon Fitzmaurice

Author, Holistic Wellness Coach, Podcast Host 

Reflecting on Loss and Growth

Rings of Time

Last week, I had the privilege of sitting down with Byddi Lee – Author, Playwright, and Screenwriter on my podcast - after reading her profoundly moving book Barren. It tells the story of a grieving woman who connects with the spirit of her miscarried child, unveiling the story of an ancient Irish woman navigating a climate catastrophe. As I turned the pages of Byddi’s story, I found myself deeply touched, not only by her beautiful writing but also by the tenderness with which she brought the unseen into the light.

Her story stirred something within me. It opened a quiet space in my heart where I reflected on my own journey through baby loss and miscarriage - two precious souls who came briefly into my life and who now live on in Spirit. I feel their presence with me every day. Though not here in the physical world, they are part of my story - woven into the fabric of my past and my present, guiding me in gentle ways I cannot always explain but deeply feel. They remind me daily of the love that never leaves and the connections that transcend form.

As Byddi and I spoke, our conversation flowed into the wisdom of trees and the stories they hold in their rings. We explored how the natural world mirrors our inner landscapes -how each tree ring, like each experience, tells a chapter of growth, struggle, resilience, and renewal.

When I reflect on the inner rings of a tree, I see the echoes of my own life. Each ring, a year lived. Each ring, a layer of who I’ve become. There are wide rings, representing times of flourishing, times when I stood rooted in purpose, sharing my heart’s work as a wellness coach, Reiki master, and clinical hypnotherapist. These were the seasons when healing felt expansive, and I witnessed both myself and others blossom.

And there are the narrower rings - those tender, more difficult years shaped by grief, uncertainty, and personal healing. The times when I had to pause, listen deeply, and gather strength from within. Losing those babies, moving through that silent grief, was part of those rings. Yet, even in sorrow, growth found a way. Like the tree that keeps reaching for light despite harsh seasons, I, too, found resilience I didn’t know I possessed. These sacred, quiet rings became the soil of my deepest empathy and the foundation of the support I now offer others on their healing paths.

The passage of time becomes visible in the rings of a tree, and in the same way, I see how the unfolding of my life has shaped me. Healing is not linear, it spirals, circles, and returns, just like those rings. And in each return, I gain new understanding, not only of myself but of the strength that comes from loving deeply, even when that love is carried in Spirit rather than in arms.

As I continue to reflect, I honour the stories of those I’ve worked with and walked beside. Their journeys, their trust, and their healing are woven into my own rings, just as mine are woven into theirs. We are all part of a greater forest, each tree individual, yet deeply interconnected. Our roots meet beneath the surface, where compassion and shared experience grow.

The resilience of the tree through storm and drought reminds me of the strength within all of us. Every challenge, every joy, every soul we’ve loved and lost adds to the layers of who we are. And just as the tree stands tall, its story etched in every ring, I, too, stand with my story - proud, grounded, and ever-growing.

In the end, I hope that my journey, my words, and the love I carry will encourage others to honour their own rings, to recognise the beauty in their growth, the sacredness of their pain, and the unbreakable bonds that endure beyond time. Like the tree, may we all leave behind a legacy of resilience, wisdom, and love.

You can watch my beautiful conversation with Byddi HERE on YouTube

Sharon Fitzmaurice

Author, Wellness Coach & Podcast Host