Family, Boundaries & Becoming Who You're Meant to Be
Let’s go a little deeper.
Working with female athletes, coaches, founders, and women in every kind of transition, I have noticed something we don’t talk about enough
family dynamics.
Not as a footnote.
Not as something we “manage on the side”.
But as something that deeply shapes how we show up as women, leaders, and even as business builders.
The expectations.
The unspoken roles we have carried.
The responsibility we feel, even when no one asked for it aloud.
I once thought this weight belonged only to First Nations women.
Now, I know it belongs to women everywhere.
For some, it looks like loyalty.
For some, silence.
For some, pressure.
For some, love.
For many, a mix of all those things.
And for many women, the moment they truly begin becoming
is the moment they choose to set boundaries.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it costs them relationships.
Even when they feel guilty.
Even when they’re afraid of being misunderstood.
Because that is often when we finally choose our own becoming.

My own story of belonging, identity, and boundaries
For a long time, I carried confusion about my name.
Publicly, when I played sport, I was “Libby Rose”
my first and middle name, but not the name on my birth certificate.
Why? Because I didn’t feel like I truly belonged to either of my surnames.
As a child caught inside co-parenting pain,
my last name sometimes became a condition of belonging.
As if I only belonged when I obeyed.
Carrying a name that held unresolved tension meant I never felt settled in who I was, or where I belonged.
When I became a parent, history tried to repeat itself.
I thought I would be different.
I thought I would do better because I “knew better.”
But knowing better and doing better are not the same.
I had to learn, over time and with help,
that love is not control,
that boundaries are not betrayal,
that healing sometimes starts with walking away,
and that distance can sometimes be the most loving decision, for both people.
I made the difficult decision to cut ties with a biological parent in order to protect my emotional well-being.
I do not share that lightly.
It was not an act of anger.
It was an act of survival, and later, healing.
And sometimes, when you remove the person you were begging to love you,
you make space for the one who always did.
For me, that was my real Dad, the man who took me as his own, raised me.
Setting that boundary didn’t just protect me.
It helped me build the relationship I was always hoping for
one built on respect, safety, trust, and love.
It also helped my mother heal,
because when one person breaks a cycle,
they often break it for others too.
This was not a quick fix.
I didn’t “boundary my way” through it.
I went to therapy.
I travelled away from home to give myself space.
I said no to explaining my pain to people who only wanted gossip, not truth.
I learned who was safe. Who wasn’t.
And I kept choosing the hard, quiet work of healing.
I still am.
And what does any of this have to do with business, leadership, or sport?
Everything.
You carry your story into every room you walk into.
Into every game.
Every training session.
Every boardroom.
Every decision.
Every negotiation.
Every relationship.
You can only perform, lead, or build for so long
before your emotional foundations begin to show.
You are the key.
What you allow around you matters.
Who you allow around you matters.
Your boundaries are not walls.
They are your architecture.
Relationships will either grow your capacity,
or drain your clarity.
Protect the ones that grow you.
If this touched something in you
I am sending you strength.
Not to make fast decisions.
Not to build more walls.
But to take your time with this.
Seek help.
Speak it out with someone safe.
Stand back when you need to.
Step forward when it’s time.
And remember
Healing isn’t selfish.
It’s preparation.
With love,
Libby
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