05/08/2026
I poured my heart and soul into being a mom to my three daughters. I made mistakes (some they could probably itemize 😄), but I loved them with everything I had. I paused my career, was room mom, brought snacks to their games for the team, developed relationships with their teachers, took them to church and vacation bible school in the summer, volunteered in their classrooms and camped with their Girl Scout troops and had lots of snacks on hand when they brought their friends over to hang, and everything in between. I got overwhelmed, I shut down sometimes, I shared too much sometimes, I ordered pizza too often, and sometimes over planned our vacations (until they had an intervention with me and asked for more relaxing days), and I never figured out how to motivate them to do their chores as teens. 🤦🏼♀️
I LOVED them. Oh how I LOVED them. Still do. My role is different now as a grandmother. I play with their kids, I help clean up, I try not to give opinions or judgment unless asked. My love hasn’t changed but how I show it is much different. I am blessed.
Now I have the extraordinary privilege of watching my daughters become mothers themselves—and loving on my five grandchildren. There’s something profoundly moving about seeing your children step into a role that shaped so much of your own life, bringing their own strength, wisdom, and love to it.
Motherhood has humbled me, stretched me, and changed me in ways few roles ever could.
And I also know Mother’s Day is not simple for everyone.
For divorced moms carrying the emotional and logistical weight of parenting—sometimes while navigating grief, transition, or time-sharing that never feels quite fair—I see you.
For women grieving the loss of their mothers, carrying complicated relationships, or aching for the mothering they wish they had—I see you.
For women who deeply longed to become mothers, but faced infertility, loss, or a path to motherhood that didn’t unfold the way they hoped—I hold space for that grief, too.
Because days like this can hold joy and ache in equal measure.
Happy Mother’s Day to all who mother, nurture, guide, love, grieve, hope, and keep showing up. 💛
Mother’s Day Circa 2000