Welcome to my Blog!
Check back often for new posts! I will share my thoughts, my struggles, and things I learn in this adventure of motherhood.
My Latest Posts
• • •
- The Magic of Christmas Through My Son’s Eyes
There’s something enchanting about seeing the world through the eyes of a child, especially during Christmas. This year, my four-year-old son has fully embraced the magic of the season, and as a mother, it’s a joy I can hardly put into words.
Every morning, he wakes up with excitement, his little feet racing down the hallway to find out what the elf has done. Each small treat feels like a treasure to him, and his wonder reminds me that even the simplest moments can hold so much magic. This year, he’s all in on Santa— talking about how he’s going to leave out cookies and milk, and making sure we remember to sprinkle “reindeer food” in the yard.
Watching him believe so wholeheartedly is a gift. His eyes light up when we talk about Santa’s sleigh flying through the night sky, and he often stares out the window, as if he might catch a glimpse of Rudolph’s glowing red nose. He’s brimming with questions: “Does he really know what I want?” “Do you think he’ll like the cookies I leave out for him?”
His belief has rekindled mine. Not in Santa per say, but in the beauty of hope, wonder, and the joy of giving. The way he hugs me tightly after we read “The Night Before Christmas” or the excitement in his voice as we decorate the tree reminds me of the magic we too often lose as adults.
What I love most, though, is how his joy spreads to everyone around him. His laughter while dancing to Christmas music, his delight at seeing the twinkling lights in our neighborhood, and the way he proudly tells anyone who will listen that Santa is coming soon—it’s infectious. He’s teaching me to slow down and savor these fleeting moments, to see Christmas as more than just a checklist of to-dos.
This season, I find myself more grateful than ever for the gift of motherhood. Watching my son experience the magic of Christmas makes every late night wrapping presents, every sticky cookie-baking mess, and every moment spent making this time of year special worth it. It’s in his joy that I find my own.
Years from now, when he’s older and the magic of Santa fades, I’ll still hold onto these memories. I’ll remember the way his face lit up when he talked about Santa’s workshop, and the way his tiny hand fit perfectly in mine as we walked through a winter wonderland of lights.
For now, though, I’ll soak in every moment of this Christmas season, letting his belief fuel my own. Because through his eyes, Christmas is truly magical—and through my heart as his mom, it always will be.
- A Mom’s Prayer for Better Days
Today, I whispered a prayer into the stillness of the morning, the only quiet moment I could find before the chaos of the day began. I prayed for strength, for grace, and for better days ahead. Being a mom is the most beautiful and yet the most challenging thing I’ve ever done. Right now, it feels heavy—so heavy.
My mental health has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m learning to acknowledge that it’s okay to not feel okay all the time. It doesn’t make me less of a mom; it makes me human. I’m juggling so much—trying to meet the demands of motherhood, nurturing my own well-being, and finding the patience my son deserves. Some days, it feels like I’m running on fumes, but I remind myself: this is just a season.
I’ve been working on patience. Oh, how I pray for patience. When my son’s little hands spill the milk, when he refuses to eat the food I just cooked, when his energy seems endless and mine is all but gone—it’s hard. But I know that in these moments, he’s not trying to test me; he’s just being a child. He’s learning, just as I am.
I remind myself to breathe, to pause before reacting, to look into his innocent eyes and remember that these are the moments I’ll miss one day. I know I won’t get this time back, and that thought brings a bittersweet ache to my heart. I want to be the mom he can count on, the mom he feels safe with—even when the world feels overwhelming.
I’m learning that it’s okay to take small steps. Some days, the victory is simply getting through the day. Other days, it’s finding a moment to laugh together or watching him learn something new. And every day, I remind myself that it’s okay to ask for help—whether that’s leaning on my partner, talking to a friend, or seeking guidance through prayer.
I know the days are hard right now, but I also know they won’t stay this way. There’s a light ahead; I feel it even in my weary moments. I’m holding on to hope, holding on to faith, and trusting that better days are coming.
To the mom who might be reading this, if you’re struggling too, know you’re not alone. We’re in this together, doing our best with what we have. And even on the hard days, our love for our children shines brighter than anything else.
So today, I prayed not just for myself but for you too—for every mom out there who’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I prayed for your strength, your peace, and your patience. And I prayed for better days for all of us.
Because we deserve them, and so do our children. And I truly believe they’re on their way.
With love,
A Mom Who Understands
• • •
From Chaos to Cozy 