18/04/2026
My little boy, whose feet overtook mine long ago, is 11 tomorrow.
That means it’s been eleven years since his birth initiated me into this wild thing called motherhood, into my soul’s true calling, into the deepest most tender parts of myself.
I watch him unfurl, a magical being becoming more of himself each day. Learning from joy and curiosity, growing through struggles as he begins to navigate this wild thing called life. The wisdom this child has access to has been a constant source of awe, and yet he’s so silly. His new favourite hobby seems to be making fun of me and my ‘cringe’ more than anything else. I mean, the belly laughs at my expense. My mother used to tell me that I was my own best audience and the same is definitely true for my kid. We know how to make ourselves laugh. And still he’s so kind and sensitive, and his heart is so big. I hope life reflects that back to him through all the kind-hearted people it can.
A few years ago, he threw his little arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, ‘you’re the fire inside’. I hope he never forgets the warm glow of his inner fire. He speaks in poetry one minute and educates me in alpha gen speak the next.
Eli, you are the light of my life. My greatest teacher in so many ways. Happy 11th birthday, my beautiful, wonderful, magical boy.
