02/25/2026
A friend shared a quote with me today: “The day your baby is born, a mother is born too.”
And it stopped me in my tracks.
The day my boys were born, I was born too. I’ve morphed into this entirely new being, watching pieces of my own heart walk around right in front of me. My heart doesn’t live inside my body anymore. It lives in them.
Something you might not know about me is that I used to hate winter. I mean really loathe it. I counted down the days until summer. I dreamed about living somewhere without snow. I couldn’t see the purpose in the cold, the darkness, the stillness.
That all changed when I became their mom.
The same way I learned to appreciate every season of motherhood — even the sleepless newborn nights, even the long days — I began to appreciate every season outside, too. My boys came into this world loving winter. Their wonder when the first snow falls. Their curiosity about ice and wind and bare trees. The way they bundle up without complaint and run straight into the drifts.
Through their eyes, I saw winter differently.
Now I’m outside in every season, regardless of the weather. I understand that seasons come and go — and once they pass, you don’t get them back. Just like childhood. Just like the version of your children that exists right now.
Now I spend entire winter days outdoors with them, soaking it in. Now I run an outdoor yoga studio and host events in the elements all year long. The very season I once resisted has become part of my work, my rhythm, my joy.
They changed everything about me — including my love for winter.
There is a season, and a reason, for it all.
