Becoming a new mom came with so much joy — and also some changes I didn’t fully expect, especially when it came to friendships. Like a lot of new moms, I experienced shifts after having a child. A lot of it came down to expectations. Why I couldn’t make brunch. Why last-minute plans didn’t work anymore. The truth was simple: I had an infant who required so much of me. My energy looked different, and my priorities had changed. It didn’t mean I cared any less — life just looked

A reflective letter on toddler transitions, bedtime resistance, big-kid changes, and motherhood patience. There was a season when bedtime looked different in our house — and it made sense. A big transition had shifted our normal routine. After a move to a big-kid bed — no crib, no guardrails, full freedom — the familiar rhythm of bedtime suddenly felt different. Add in potty training, and every night started stretching a little longer than before. The steps were all the same:

The days leading up to my first Mother’s Day looked beautiful on the outside. I spent the afternoon taking mother–daughter photos in a quiet park, sunlight filtering through the trees, laughing between shots. And then on the drive home, something settled in: My mom wasn’t there to see me be a mom. It was bittersweet in a way I couldn’t explain at the time. I felt her presence so clearly that day — in the laughter, in the pride she always carried for me — but her physical pres

This Sunday, I want to start with how this space came to be. When I became a mom, I started looking for something that reflected where I actually was. There was support for pregnancy. More conversations about postpartum. But for millennial moms — the ones balancing careers, children, aging parents, and everything in between — there wasn’t much that felt like it was for us. At the same time, I was carrying something else. After losing my mom, I realized how little of her inner

Motherhood, dreams, and the power of a tribe—how to grow better in community. We are the bridge between what was and what will be. The way we mother, the way we show up for ourselves, the way we chase our dreams—it’s all shaping the legacy we’re leaving behind. But let’s be honest… who’s holding space for us while we do it all? A group of moms laughing together in a circle building a supportive community. Motherhood isn’t just about raising babies. It’s about raising oursel