As a new parent waking for 3am feeds, I often find myself thinking about my own childhood. In those quiet, tired hours, when the world is still and the weight of responsibility feels heavy, my mind drifts. I think about the kind of parent I want to be. I think about what I wish I had known growing up, about the things I hope to get right, and how often it feels like I’m figuring it out moment by moment. Raising a child in a non-traditional family brings its own challenges, its own questions without easy answers.

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But in those moments, when my child’s soft breath rises in the dark and the doubts swirl quietly inside me, there is also a strange calm. Like breaking dawn over the waters, the reflection is soothing. The stillness offers a kind of clarity, even if only for a moment.

 

This is the space where Elieau lives. A space where late-night thoughts turn into songs. Where vulnerability finds its voice. Where I try to give shape to emotions I don’t always have words for. The music helps bring calm to the chaos. It allows me to breathe, to sit with the uncertainty, and to keep moving forward. Because sometimes, simply showing up with love, even in the mess, is enough.