10/25/2025
This is a post I have been waiting for years to share, it’s hard to explain, very few can truly understand. I love being a boy mom, I adore the sweet love my boys show me, the soccer games, racing at the park, seeing who can throw the ball the farthest. I was made for them.
But I am also a nurturer at heart, a strong independent woman, in the line of many faithful mothers, a legacy of womanhood that I have longed to pass on to my own daughter. It’s never been about the bows or dresses, though those are fun. It’s about the strength and sacrifice, the faith and charity, the service and diligence. A long line of women who have taught me about motherhood. How I longed to pass that on to my own daughter. To share that legacy in some way.
And now, I get to. I am privileged to teach my own daughter what it is to be a woman and mother. The highs and lows, the joys and heartbreaks. The sacrifices I made to create her life and that of her brothers. And the blessings of watching them grow and enjoy these little bodies I helped give them. I get to pass that legacy on and I’m so grateful.