Caloua Zhané, Co-Founder of MAMA, Founder of Immi 🤣

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    Caloua Zhané, Co-Founder of MAMA, Founder of Immi 🤣

    Posted by Caloua Zhané on September 2, 2025 at 2:07 pm

    Leveraging our handy intro template because I’m notoriously bad at my elevator pitch.

    • Name: Caloua ZhanĂ©
    • Where you call home: West Philly (not born or raised lmao)
    • Kids: I have one little ruler, Immi, she’s 5.
    • Your current role: Founder of Interrelate Marketing Agency, Co-Founder of MAMA
    • One fun fact: I love, love, love burlesque
    • One thing you’d love to swap with another MAMA: laughs
    • What you hope to find here: A sounding board

    An extra note: THANK YOU for embarking on this journey with us!!!

    Caloua ZhanĂ© replied 2 months, 3 weeks ago 1 Member · 0 Replies
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Emily • Fractional People/Talent Partner • Lancaster, PA • 1 Beautiful Boy
Still in my first year of motherhood—and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. My son Irving is the center of my world. Who knew I could love someone so deeply, or how much my world (and sense of self) would expand because of him?
 
It’s also really hard being a mom—and all of the other things I am: a partner, a business owner (x2, soon to be 3!), a friend, a daughter/sister/aunt, a homeowner, a community builder, the go-to shoulder to lean on for so many people in my life. I wouldn’t trade a single role, but whew—trying to be them all at once is demanding.
 
It feels like the pace of life has 10x’d. I’ve adjusted… but I’m also often out of breath (and occasionally in tears). And yet—this is the happiest, most fulfilled I’ve ever been. I’m also on the verge of tears writing this. (Thanks, postpartum hormones!) I think this might just be who I am now, lol.
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I thought I was ready.
 
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