A Mother’s Becoming

Today, I experienced one of those rare and sacred moments with Lyla, the kind of moment that embeds itself into the heart’s memory, a tender imprint I hope never fades. It wasn’t anything dramatic or orchestrated, but rather the quiet kind of magic that comes when you’re truly present. She’s unfolding, emerging into her own being in such a beautiful and intentional way, and I find myself in awe, like I’m witnessing a sunflower reach for the sun, petal by petal, bold and soft all at once.

What strikes me the most is how much she wants to talk to me. Not out of obligation, not because I’ve pried or pushed, but because she feels safe, seen, and curious (something I never experienced as a child). I’ve never forced deep conversations, we’ve created space, not pressure. And now, she comes to me with questions that hold weight, thoughts that reveal the depth of her soul. These moments feel like sacred offerings, fleeting yet eternal.

I sit with her words and realize she’s thinking on a level far beyond what I was contemplating at her age. Her mind is expansive, her spirit open. She’s learning how to feel her way through life, to discern what aligns and to release what doesn’t with such grace. She tries, she experiments, she listens to herself. There’s something so powerful about watching her say “no” to things that don’t serve her, not with fear but with clarity.

And yes, she’s faced challenges, more than people realize. Some of them still linger, still test her. But in the face of it all, I see a girl who is already becoming a force. She carries a fire, one I recognize. Not a fire to burn everything down, but one that will light her path and guide others too. She’s going to change this world, I can feel it, deeply. My intuition hums with certainty when I think of where she’s headed.

There is a becoming happening in her, but there’s one happening in me too. As I watch her rise, I meet new parts of myself. Her strength stirs mine. Her evolution mirrors my own. And as she slays each challenge, each fear, each doubt, I find myself healing, remembering, reclaiming too.

Motherhood, I’m learning, is not just about raising someone else. It’s about rising alongside them.