14/01/2026
My dearest boy,
To say that your arrival pushed me out of my comfort zone would be an understatement.
Suddenly, I found myself in the deep end of exhaustion, guilt, and grief.
Yes, grief.
Grief for the version of life where my firstborn wasn’t yet a sibling. For that uninterrupted, sacred time we once had. We’re learning our new rhythm now, but the longing still lives in me and I’m her.
Guilt, from the constant tug-of-war between entrepreneurship and motherhood. A battle that often feels like there are no winners, only tired hearts trying their best.
And exhaustion.
I no longer remember what uninterrupted sleep feels like, or what an empty laundry basket looks like. The to-do list never ends, and some days it feels like my hands are tied.
But alongside all of this, which is so deeply human, you brought light. Hope. Perspective.
You brought solutions I didn’t even know existed.
Stepping down from my coaching role was one of the hardest decisions I’ve made, and also one of the best. The time I gained, even just from not commuting, has allowed me to grow my club in ways I never could before.
For you, I keep investing in myself.
For you, I keep walking towards my higher self.
For you, I refuse to let my vision blur.
I want to make you proud.
I want you to grow up believing, “If Mama can do it, so can I.”
Happy 1st birthday, my perfect boy.
May this be the perfect beginning to the rest of our lives 💙🚀
