“This was the greatest day of my life!” exclaimed my seven-year-old son. Our whānau [family] had just returned to our whare [house] from Ngā Ana Wai (the water caves, the Māori name for Eden Park).
We had witnessed the final of the Women’s Rugby World Cup, where the Black Ferns had beaten the favourites and their arch-rivals, England. The rugby was pulsating, skilful, tough and uplifting. That evening felt like Aotearoa had won more than just the World Cup trophy; we were witnessing change.
