Foundations of a Sovereign Architect: Lessons from My Childhood

A personal story of how childhood moments shaped the woman I am and the dream I am now unfolding.

There was a time when entrepreneurship was just a distant dream, something I never thought would be me one day. But it was always a quiet longing tucked away beneath the busyness of life, motherhood, work and expectations.

I didn’t realise then that what I was yearning for wasn’t just a new career or a business.

It was a new way of living.

A way of living where my creativity, my voice, my vision, and my sovereignty could fully bloom.

This is the story of that journey.
The unfolding of a dream I had nearly forgotten.
The slow, sacred path of reclaiming my flourishing self, and building a life and business that feels like home to my soul.

Maybe, somewhere in these words, you will find a spark that awakens your own dream too.

Before I ever thought of building a business...
Before I understood what entrepreneurship even meant...
The blueprint for my creative life was already being laid, quietly, naturally, lovingly (I didn't always feels it) at home.

I didn’t realise it then. I saw my parents as slave drivers. I just thought I was spending time with my parents and siblings.
But looking back now, I see it so clearly.
They weren’t just raising me.
They were nurturing my creative spirit, my independence, my curious mind, and my ability to build something from nothing.

My Mother: Planting Seeds of Possibility
My mother had a way of weaving learning into everyday life.
She taught us skills, not as "lessons," but as invitations.

Sewing, baking, crafting, organising, each new project often felt like a chore, but sometimes it did feel like play.
But beneath it, she was doing something profound.
She was nurturing my ability to imagine, to create, to solve, to bring ideas to life with my own two hands.

She never said, "You must learn this to survive."
She showed me, through her joy, her patience, her frustrations, and her quiet guidance that creativity wasn’t something you wait for.
It was something you lived.

My Father: Building with Heart and Hands
My father had his own way of teaching.
Whenever he needed help in the garage, he would call on us.
At first, I thought I was there to fetch tools or hold parts steady.
But now I realise: it was never about the help.
It was about building understanding.

He showed me how things fit together.
How patience matters more than force.
How mistakes aren't failures, they're invitations to adjust, rethink, replan and rebuild.

Without even knowing it, my parents were nurturing in me a belief that anything could be made, fixed, or created, if you were willing to put your heart and hands into it.

The Unseen Architecture
As a child, I didn’t see it. I saw my parents as slave drivers. I was just living, laughing, learning.

But looking back now, I realise my parents were laying the foundations for everything I would one day become:

A creator of ideas.
A builder of visions.
A sovereign architect of my own life and work.

And while I didn't always know where this path would lead, I carried their lessons with me, quietly at first, like blueprints tucked into my back pocket, until one day, the call to create something of my own became too strong to ignore.

A Thought for You
Sometimes, the most important preparation for your dreams happens long before you name them.
Sometimes, the seeds are planted in the smallest, quietest moments, in garages and kitchens, in stories and projects, in hands-on learning and heart-centered guidance.

Maybe, just maybe, the life you’re called to build today began taking shape long ago.

Reflection:

What early memories shaped your love of creating, building, dreaming, or imagining?
Even if you didn’t recognize it at the time, those moments may still be speaking to you.

Next in the series:

The Stirring: When You Start Feeling There's More. Because sometimes, what’s planted in childhood blooms in unexpected ways.