Raised by Light

Before I knew words like “universe” or “energy”, I knew my mother. I knew her voice before I knew my own thoughts.

She carried me long before I learned how to carry myself.

I decided to create a blog about my mother, because I wouldn’t be here today without her. Growing up was magical, and as I age I realize the magic all came from my mommy. The most magical of them all.

Using the Art of Words, I will write with all my might, to capture what you are, my guiding light

Raised in Magic

I am the youngest of three, meaning I arrived last which meant I was never alone. I was born into a home filled with laughter, voices, footsteps, and love. My sisters were there before I had language, before I had memory. They played a huge part in shaping the atmosphere of my childhood.

And at the centre of it all was my beautiful mother.

She raised us well, not in the strict or rigid sense, but in the way that truly matters. With intention, patience, and the kind of love that paid attention. She noticed who we were becoming and made room for all of it. She allowed us to be loud, curious, sensitive, and even sometimes strange. She made our home feel safe, she allowed us to grow into who were are now.