I saw a reel recently by Granny Bibbins that said, “You’re not raising a difficult kid, Mama. You’re raising a leader that just hasn’t been aimed yet.“ And if I am being honest, the good Lord knows there are days where I need that reminder. Because when you’re raising a child with a strong will, there are days when it feels like everything becomes a battle. Shoes. Bedtime. The way you look at them. The “why” behind every rule. The unwavering determination to do it their way.

Somewhere along the way, I think many of us—especially mothers, and especially stay-at-home moms—begin believing the lie that our worth is measured by how productive we were that day. How many boxes did we check? How clean is the house? Did we answer every message? Did we make the healthy meals, fold the laundry, make the appointments, volunteer, encourage our kids, exercise, remember everyone’s water bottles, and somehow still have enough energy left over to be patient and p

Every year, birthdays seem to teach me something different. This year, they taught me that you can have a really beautiful day… and still crawl into bed feeling unexpectedly sad. On paper, it was a wonderful birthday. My husband was away for work, so it was just me and the kids. We spent the day running to appointments, activities, went to the movie theater, laughed together, grabbed treats, and made memories. My children would probably tell you it was one of the best days of

There are a lot of things that are hard about parenting. The sleepless nights. The endless schedules. The constant balancing act. The worry that comes with raising tiny humans in a world that often feels anything but gentle. But when you’re part of the roughly 20% of people who experience life as a highly sensitive, deeply empathic person, that “hard” seems to settle just a little deeper in your heart. Because you don’t just witness your child’s struggles. You feel them. You

There are moments in life when everything you’ve ever believed about yourself quietly falls apart. For me, it didn’t happen overnight. It happened slowly—in therapy sessions, in books spread across my nightstand, in conversations that left me thinking, Wait… that’s me. It happened while raising my children. It happened while healing. For nearly thirty years, I walked through life believing I was simply too much. Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too intense. Too strong-willed. To

Someday, the pitter patter of your little footsteps will no longer be the sound that wakes me in the morning. The kitchen utensils will stay tucked away in the drawers instead of becoming swords, microphones, drumsticks, or part of your latest imaginative adventure. The trail of dried Play-Doh crumbs scattered across the floor will disappear. The rugs once covered in puzzles, monster trucks, dolls, Legos, and tiny little pieces of childhood will someday sit perfectly neat, ti

My journey into parenthood began with a crash course in medical terminology, hospital navigation, and learning how to survive circumstances that gave me no choice but to lean on a strength that was not my own — a strength that could only come through deep faith and trust in God. And through every single moment, He was with me. The past seven and a half years have been filled with fears, worries, unknowns, miracles, answered prayers, and more growth than I ever could have imag

With every passing minute, hour, and day, the magnitude of how deeply I cherish these little moments with my tiny humans continues to grow more than I ever thought was humanly possible. They say it goes fast, but no one truly prepares you for just how quickly it all seems to pass by. And honestly, the sooner you realize how fleeting time really is, the sooner you stop sweating the small stuff. Over the past few years, my perspective on motherhood has shifted so much. I stress

I’m in my mid-30s, walking through EMDR therapy, and realizing something that feels both painfully obvious and strangely hard to explain: Some of the deepest wounds aren’t always caused by one massive traumatic event. Sometimes they’re formed slowly. Quietly. Over years of feeling just slightly outside of where you longed to belong. And when you’re someone who feels things deeply — someone who absorbs emotion, tension, rejection, shifts in connection, all of it — those experi