motherhood is pretty hardcore.

meet our founder

hi, I’m erin.

I’m a mom, a licensed professional counselor, and the person behind mommyyeah.

I’ve always been endlessly curious about people. why we do things the way we do, why we feel the way we feel, and how our experiences shape who we become. I’ve always loved getting beyond the surface and understanding what’s really going on underneath it all. it’s probably no surprise that I ended up becoming a therapist. becoming a mom, however, gave me an entirely new appreciation for just how complicated being a human can be.

I knew motherhood would change my life. I just wasn’t prepared for how much it would change “me.” the responsibility, the mental load, the shifting relationships, the overwhelming love, and the occasional feeling that my brain had about 75 tabs open and one of them was playing “wheels on the bus” on loop.

it was a lot. and somewhere in the middle of trying to make sense of it all, I found myself turning inward. which is kind of ironic, because I have always been fascinated by other people and their experiences. I was so busy trying to understand and manage what was happening inside my own head that I didn’t realize how much I needed to get some of it out.

and then I started talking to other moms. not necessarily about anything profound. sometimes it was the really hard stuff. sometimes it was the ridiculous stuff. sometimes it was just admitting something I’d been carrying around in my head and hearing another mom say, “oh my god, same!”

and suddenly, things felt a little lighter.

not because anything had magically changed. not because someone had solved my problem or given me the world’s greatest parenting advice. but because I wasn’t the only person carrying those feelings anymore.

that’s when things started clicking.

my experience with motherhood made me even more curious about the emotional and psychological changes women go through when they become mothers. I pursued specialized training in perinatal mental health because I wanted to understand those experiences more deeply and help other women navigate them.

and I loved it. I still do. but when I started facilitating groups for moms, I discovered something that stuck with me.

there is something so incredibly powerful about women simply having a space to talk to each other

not to learn how to be better parents. not to analyze every thought or work through a treatment plan. not to walk away with five new coping skills to add to an already overwhelming to-do list.

just to talk. about their marriages, their friendships, their identities, their careers, their kids, their families, and whatever fresh nonsense life had decided to throw their way that week. sometimes the conversations were emotional, sometimes they were hilarious. sometimes someone would say something that made the whole group realize they’d all been quietly thinking the exact same thing.

and I kept noticing how different things could feel when those experiences were shared. the weight didn’t necessarily disappear. but somehow, when you put it into words and other people helped hold it for a little while, it didn’t feel quite so heavy. which, if you ask me, is pretty damn incredible.

as much as I love being a therapist, I started realizing I wanted to create something outside of the traditional therapy setting. not because I don’t think therapy isn’t valuable. quite the opposite. but because I’ve seen how much can happen when women simply have the opportunity to talk, laugh, complain, celebrate, and hear from other people who are figuring out their own version of motherhood. not every conversation needs to be analyzed. not every difficult feeling needs a coping skill. and not every gathering of moms needs to turn into a parenting lesson.

sometimes you just need a room full of other moms who get it.

and I wanted to make room for exactly that.

we’ve all heard about the village. “it takes a village to raise a child.” cool. love that. big fan of the concept. but where exactly is this village? does anyone have their phone number?

something I kept hearing from other moms was that the village they’d been promised didn’t always show up. and even when they had wonderful people around them, there were still parts of motherhood that felt incredibly lonely.

I wanted to create something that made that weight a little easier to carry. not another parenting class or another place to learn how to be a better mom. just a consistent space to show up, talk about life, laugh, complain, celebrate, and feel understood.

so why create this?

small, ongoing groups. familiar faces. honest conversation. more time to talk than we get at preschool dropoff. and absolutely no expectation to have your shit together.

and because motherhood shouldn’t be all responsibility and emotional processing, I want there to be fun shit, too. dinners, margaritas, queso, and the occasional night where nobody needs you to get them their blue water bottle instead of their pink water bottle.

I don’t think every mom needs another thing to work on. sometimes we just need somewhere to put it all down for a little while. and maybe that’s what a village can look like, too.

enter mommyyeah.

what’s with the name?

mommyyeah is actually what my toddler calls a “snack.” I have absolutely no explanation for this, but it became a regular saying in our house, and somewhere along the way, it just stuck.

when I started thinking of names for this little adventure, I kept coming back to it. it’s weird, a little ridiculous, and something that came straight out of my own experience of motherhood, which felt pretty fitting.

so, hell yeah, mommyyeah