01/01/2026
I've been a mom since I was young, and today the weight of that caught me off guard. Not in a sad way, just in a whew, that's a lot of years to carry something so heavy and love it so deeply kind of way. I raised babies while I was still becoming myself. I made decisions before I even had the language for sacrifice. I've mothered through every version of me-broke, growing, healing, and rebuilding. I'm just in awe of the girl who became a mother before she even became a woman.
She was a child, really, with dreams and fears and uncertainties, and yet she showed up. She nurtured tiny humans, poured love into them, and somehow found a way to grow alongside them. The exhaustion, the doubts, the what-ifs – she navigated it all, often without a roadmap. And look at what she's built: resilient souls, strong bonds, a family rooted in love. She's weathered storms, celebrated wins, and learned to embrace the mess. And the girl who did all that? She's still here, still growing, still giving, still becoming. And that's a story worth celebrating.
