Tag: parenting
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Love Them Anyway: An Open Letter to Parents in the Hardest Season

The court of public opinion is not the truth. You know your child better than anyone else. Hold onto that. Read more
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The Courage to Be Seen

Turning 45 taught me that strength doesn’t have to be loud. Sometimes it looks like boundaries, laughter, faith, and choosing to take up space without apology. This is what I’ve learned about leadership, love, motherhood, and becoming who I was always meant to be. Read more
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A Hard Truth About Youth, Parents, and Accountability

A true story of choices, consequences, and the imbalance in how justice is served when youth act beyond their years. Accountability, parenting, and justice…when will all sides finally be held responsible? Read more
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The Hardest Love: An Open Letter to the Father Who Turned in His Son
Parenting is the most beautiful and heartbreaking calling we’ll ever have. When our children make choices that go against everything we’ve taught them, we face the unthinkable: holding them accountable while still loving them. This open letter is written to the father who turned in his son for the murder of Charlie Kirk from a… Read more
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One Last Walk to the Playground

Thirteen years. That’s how long it has been since I first walked my baby girl onto her kindergarten campus, her tiny backpack bouncing behind her as she giggled and ran toward a brand-new world of learning and friends. She was fearless, eager to be like her big brother, full of confidence and wonder. I can Read more
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From Closeness to Distance: The Hardest Part of Being a Mom

No one really warns you about this part. They tell you about diapers and sleep deprivation. About preschool drop-offs and scraped knees. They talk about how fast it all goes and how one day, you’ll miss the mess. But no one talks about this. The moment when your child starts pulling away. When they stop Read more
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Perspective in the Middle of Frustration

Today I am frustrated with my kids. I’m frustrated that the doors are left wide open, that the floor somehow still isn’t swept, that my schedule, so carefully planned, is treated like an afterthought. I’m tired. I’m busy. I’m responsible for so many moving pieces, and sometimes it feels like no one else even notices. Read more

