Babymamahood is a mother and daughter led project, founded on the ancestral science of our abuelitas y elders. It is a living space where we share how we thrive in Babylon (the hood) . We honor all the elemental forces that have allowed us to learn this very simple healing practice and we thank all our ancestors and relations who continue to bless and support this work. Our goal is to inspire and to help sustain the lives of mamas and babies everywhere.

Based in Oakland, CA.

Zion and Juju create potions to love on sadness and recovery. 


There is nothing like being a mother & to all the women out there doing their thing—raising their babies, loving, nurturing, & managing the mouths, hearts, & minds of our communities, families, & schools—I see you. I feel you. & I love you. There would be no men, no women, no us, no Earth without MAMAS.

I want to send infinite blessings to the divine feminine, the motherhood energy in everyone & in everything. As a mortal, mother is the ultimate thing I could be. “Birth” is the ultimate creative act. So for those of you who have decided to become a mama through birth or through other means, I salute you.

Every manifestation started as a seed.

A thought was implanted in my mind to create this piece of writing. There was a marriage between the physical & the nonphysical. The thought appeared out of consciousness & then became flesh on my word processor. & so it is.

It amazes me how wonderfully careless making children can be. They seem to appear out of nowhere, out of the infinite darkness of our souls. & no matter how random our thoughts may be, or how unplanned pregnancy is, what remains is what comes after.

How will we uphold ourselves to vibrate higher, so that our children can see us as their lighthouses? That is my everyday question. Outside of the mundane of washing, feeding, & cleaning, I must be more than a doer of the physical. I must pay attention to the nonphysical as well. What are the seeds, the thoughts I am nurturing with my seed, with your seeds?

This past Sunday, nationally, we were celebrating motherhood. My inboxes was full of love from family & friends. & I am very grateful to be thought of for a moment, but I am also critical bc I am more than just a day. I am a lifetime. This duty is forever.

We step foot everyday on the ground. We are breathing every second. How many times did you thank the original mama, the Earth, her seedlings? That is to say, what have you done for me lately? What made you want to send me mother’s day thanks? Does my child even know you? 

Don’t let social media fool you! Don’t let holidays fool you! We are not sustaining ourselves from a calendar date or our inter-webbed connections. It’s cute. It’s nice. But I log off daily. Motherhood, not so much.

Do you want to celebrate my motherhood? Do you want to celebrate we? Let’s build community consciously physically. That is how you make mother’s day count to me.

So, around this time next year, when you reach out with your blessings, I can thank you for honoring me with more than just the nonphysical.

-Mama Juju (

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