A silver-haired woman in a red coat walking a small girl through autumn leaves

Two Of Five

Nurture

The Week Stops Being A Relay

The hours that hold a week together.

The school run. The long afternoon. The shoes nobody can find at ten to nine. The stretch between three and six that swallows a whole day and leaves nothing of it behind.

She holds those hours, and you stop being the only adult who knows where anything lives.

Some Of What She Might Do

  • Pick-up, four days out of five
  • Homework at the kitchen table, with company
  • The run to sport, and the drive home afterwards
  • Mornings that stop being a race

Every Mima is her own woman, and she writes her own arrangement with you. These are the shapes families ask for most.

Yours Is Out There, And You Will Be The First To Know.

The first women are joining now, suburb by suburb. Leave your postcode and your name, and you hear from us the day somebody lovely is near enough to matter.

One letter, when there is somebody to tell you about.

There Is A Place In Your Home. Tell Us About It.

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