09/25/2026
I am not the perfect mother. I’m not the perfect wife, friend, daughter, or person. I make mistakes daily. I lose my patience. I overreact. I get things wrong. I’ve had moments I’m proud of and plenty I wish I could do over.
But these two are watching me.
And that alone makes me want to keep becoming a better version of myself.
I want my girls to see a mom who can admit when she’s wrong and apologize. A woman who stands up for herself and for other people. Someone who chooses kindness but also knows that being kind doesn’t mean allowing people to walk all over you.
I want them to be confident enough to walk into any room knowing they belong there. Kind enough to notice the person who feels like they don’t. Strong enough to speak up when something isn’t right. Brave enough to be different. And secure enough in themselves that they never have to tear another girl down to feel good about who they are.
I want them to know that you can have a big personality and an even bigger heart. You can have boundaries and still be compassionate. You can make mistakes without letting those mistakes define you. You can change your mind, start over, grow, and keep learning for your entire life.
More than anything, I want them to be good humans.
And so far, these two keep showing me exactly who they are becoming. They are funny and confident and wildly themselves. They care deeply. They notice people. They stand up for what they believe in. They love big.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
Maybe motherhood isn’t about showing your children how to be perfect.
Maybe it’s about letting them watch you be human…mess up, own it, get back up, and keep trying to do better.
I hope one day when they’re grown, they don’t remember a perfect mom.
I hope they remember a mom who loved them fiercely, stood beside them loudly, taught them to never shrink themselves for anyone, and never stopped trying to be someone they could be proud of. 🤍
