From Mirror to Leader to Peace : The Gifts My Children Teach Me Jay, Marisa, Miley, and mum 🌷 Marisa 👩 My Mirror and First...

Mother's carry the sacred role of helping their sons mend broken hearts, not just in love, but in life. Through honesty, resilience, faith, and radical acceptance, we teach our sons how to rise again.

Just when you think your “mom” chapter is over, life surprises you with a brand-new beginning.

"It is what it is…" I hate that quote. But today, it fits. This blog dives into the healing journey of motherhood, health struggles, imaginary expectations, and becoming the mother I once dreamed of. And to my dear friends Tim & Candyce you’re not alone. We’re messy. We’re magical. But we are divine. 💜 🔗 messyanddivine.com

A son needs a mother not to spoil him, but to raise him into a man with resilience, gratitude, and purpose. This blog is a bold, loving truth-bomb about why saying “no” might be the greatest gift you ever give your son.

From tiny controller rages to cool, wise words like “Bruh, it’s just a game,” Jay Tomas has grown into the kindest, funniest, most love-filled young man I know. This is my love letter to the boy who stole my heart the moment he was born and never gave it back. 💙

A deeply personal reflection on the struggles of communication, the sacred responsibility of parenting, and the emotional needs of children. This is a call to be present, to stop the self-blame cycle in our kids, and to step up as the village they need. 💛 “Children don’t need fixing. They need love.”

Letting go isn’t easy when you’ve been someone’s whole safety net since birth. My daughter Marisa had me wrapped around her little finger literally from 18 months old. But now she’s 19, talking about moving out, handling banks, and living life. And I’m out here practicing the hardest thing a mama can do… stepping back, just enough to let her fly. 🕊️💔💪

The danger doesn’t always come crashing through the front door. Sometimes, it slips quietly through a gaming headset, or hides behind a smiling profile picture. This week, I was reminded that when the world gets too loud or too quiet it’s time to reEVALUATE. The safety of our family depends on it.

Raising a teenager is like watching your heart grow wings. From toddler tantrums to deep conversations in Adoration, this heartfelt reflection explores the beauty, heartbreak, and unspoken joy of parenting through the storm and light of teenage years.

When you’re loyal to a fault, love can blind you to disrespect. This fierce post is a call to all women especially her daughter to rise, release toxic love, and remember they’re a Lamborghini in a world full of skateboards.

From baby trains to Honey Creek hikes, being Jay’s mom has been the greatest joy of my life. He’s my only son, my biggest teacher, and my little tater tot forever. This is our story, full of cuddles, chaos, and unshakable love.

How you greet your loved ones in the morning and how you welcome them home at night can shape your entire relationship. From tired mornings to stressful evenings, these first few moments hold incredible emotional power. Choose presence, not perfection.

On the surface, it was just a day at Six Flags. But beneath the waves, my daughter and I shared a sacred moment one where fear met faith, and anxiety about starting school melted into laughter. This post is for every parent walking their child through nerves, new friendships, and learning to let go and let God.

Will You Recognize Me? Originally written: July 8, 2015 “Will you recognize me? Call my name? Or walk on by?” Don’t You Forget About Me...