My Story
One kitchen, five children, and a rebirth
The unglamorous story of how I learned to raise my children without wearing myself out.
The Confession
Why make such a big deal of it? The children, self-respect?
To be honest with myself: I didn't do it because it looks good. And not to tick the boxes of gentle parenting either — no offense meant to anyone.
Let's just say my parents' divorce left a deeper mark than I was willing to admit. It's easier to put people in boxes. But every one of us is one of a kind, and the way we answer the world depends on things logic alone will never grasp.
My father was always a gentleman. My mother, a strong woman. And still, in my life as a woman and as a mother, I took on the role of the dependent one, the one who bends. Sacrifice, love poured out without pause, dressed up as virtue. Underneath, they hid something else: the deep fear of being left behind.
Then, once you've tried an unbelievable number of things — as I have — one day the ice cracks. You agree to look your truth in the eye. You start asking why all that sacrifice never brought what you were hoping for: grateful, loving children.
You realize you gave all that time from a place of lack. Fear of. Fear that.
So I asked myself how to make things better. And the answer came on its own: Sèna Sublime.
She is that small voice we don't listen to, for a thousand reasons: logic, judgment, the rules of society, the clichés. And yet she already had every answer I needed. The ones that would change my life for good. Better still: the ones that would finally give my life the meaning and the color I had been looking for, for so long.
In the world of adults, that voice is exiled. "That's a woman's thing." "That's the heart, so it's unreasonable." "It leads nowhere."
I like to think of her as a GPS. Inside me, she works exactly the same way: she knows every possible road and gives me the direction. My logic, then, simply helps me drive — turn left, turn right — the way I would in a car.
"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."
— a thought often attributed to Albert Einstein
The Golden Cage of Parenthood
Being a parent: a golden cage. But a cage all the same.
Sorry. No glamour tonight. Unfiltered mode.
Under the weight of responsibility, I let myself burn out.
Under the yoke of the world and its easy answers — fear, rejection, hatred of what's different — I let myself die.
Total disintegration. Necessary.
From that dust, something else could be born. Another voice. A new path.
The path of true love. Unconditional.
Love that looks with curiosity instead of judging. Love that leaves room for life. Love that chooses the infinity of what's possible, so that what is different can live.
The Structure That Raises
Love that understands the necessity of structure.
Rules that guide and dignify. Not the ones that punish and cast out.
Structures that bring us back to our humanity — love, peace, acceptance — in a world that whispers to you that anything goes.
Sure.
But is it good for your soul?
The Bridge Between Two Worlds
That love builds bridges between two worlds that no longer stand against each other.
The child: the dream, everyday magic in its purest form, no pretense — no titles, no bank account, no diplomas.
You: the guide, the structure, the wisdom.
That love has understood that the child is the path to the voice without fear.
Mama, you can feel again. You can let the little girl inside you live again. You are safe.
And that the adult is the path to wisdom — the wisdom that finally allows itself to live, while steering clear of the bombs: hatred, destruction.
It All Begins at the Table
This path begins around a table.
Symbolic. Eating is vital. You'll spend time there at least twice a day.
A moment when you can choose to talk. Or to avoid each other.
That's where this message — so simple, and yet foundational for a soul just opening — gets passed on:
You matter, eternally. Unconditionally.
Even if you have achieved nothing extraordinary in the eyes of the world.
You are the extraordinary one. You are an infinitely complex structure.
And you are the one who allowed it.
These six ebooks were born from this path. They are for you — parents who are worn out, parents who are lucid, parents looking for a language other than the language of fear.