I kept thinking, “One day I’ll write all this down for them.” But then I blinked, and my baby boy was nearly grown.
When I started this blog, I had three children—ages 16, 14, and 18 months—with another baby girl on the way. The age gap between our older two and our younger ones brought back memories from my early parenting days. I often thought about all the things I wished someone had told me back then.
So much wisdom and faith-filled encouragement swirled in my head. I wanted my children to have access to it one day. More than just photos or memories, I hoped to leave them words—something they could carry with them into their own parenting journeys.
But I waited. Life was messy and full, and I kept putting it off.
Then something shifted.
While homeschooling my 14-year-old daughter, I realized how little of life’s most important lessons are taught in school—especially the ones shaped by motherhood and faith. Her questions sparked something deeper in me. They really don’t teach this stuff anywhere, I thought.
That’s when I felt God whisper: Write it down.
This blog was born from that calling.
Parenting Across the Ages
Parenting teens and toddlers at the same time is humbling, refining, and—honestly—such a gift. The littlest ones remind me how quickly time passes. Their simple, sweet moments ground me and help me slow down.
When my teenagers show their independence—or their attitudes—it’s easy to feel frustrated. But seeing their baby sisters toddling around reminds me: They were that little once. They are still my babies. And I’m still called to be their mama.
That means I need to lead with love.
Over time, I’ve learned to respond with more patience and self-control—especially when my teens push back. 1 Peter 5:8 calls us to “be self-controlled and alert,” and motherhood gives us plenty of practice. My older kids deserve the same grace I give their younger siblings. I can’t expect them to model maturity if I’m not showing it first.
Big Kids and Little Cheerleaders
One of my favorite surprises in this season is watching my older kids fall in love with their baby sisters.
Imagine having a toddler who thinks you’re the coolest person in the world. That’s exactly what my older kids experience now—and I get to watch it unfold.
Just today, when I picked up my son from football practice, our 18-month-old’s whole face lit up. “Buba!” she shouted from the backseat. He’s been struggling with health issues and felt discouraged about missing practice. But the second she called his name, he smiled.
On the way home, he started playing her favorite game—asking what sound each animal makes. She grinned and answered each one with pride. He even taught her a new sound: the hiss of a snake. By the time we arrived home, he proudly showed off her new trick.
That day may have been tough on the field, but in that tiny moment, he became her hero—and he knew it.
These babies are their biggest fans. There’s something deeply special about being cheered on by a little one, not out of obligation, but pure joy. Watching my teens laugh and play like little kids again? I’ll take that over screen time any day.
A New Season of Motherhood
This time around, I’m parenting differently.
Back then, I stayed in “leader mode”—directing, teaching, correcting constantly. Now I take more time to just watch and enjoy. I notice how they explore, how they learn through play. I still jump in with songs and silliness, but I also enjoy the peace of just being near.
It’s been beautiful to revisit routines I once loved—reading aloud, singing silly songs, building habits that help them feel safe. Even when I’m tired, I remind myself: they’re worth the same energy I gave the older two. These little rituals shape hearts. These quiet moments matter.
Faith in the Midst of Chaos
We’re currently preparing to welcome another baby girl. I’m in full nesting mode—but this time, we’re in between homes. Most of our baby supplies are packed away. The thought of searching through storage boxes in the Arizona heat is overwhelming.
Stress comes easily in seasons like this.
But God continues to remind me: this season is still a blessing.
We’re surrounded by family. My big kids will be home for summer break soon and ready to help. God placed us here for a reason. I won’t let fear take root.
The Bible says “Fear not” 365 times—once for every day of the year. And Isaiah 41:10 promises:
Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you.
That truth steadies me in the middle of the chaos. This isn’t a setback—it’s a chapter of our story. And I’m finally writing it down.
Leaving a Legacy, One Post at a Time
Whether I’m sharing cloth diaper tips, my favorite diaper balm, a minimalist summer bag checklist, or a simple reminder that God sees you in the chaos—this blog is my offering.
My hope is that one day, my children will read it and know that their mama loved deeply, tried her best, and trusted God every step of the way.
And maybe, just maybe, it will bless another mama, too.
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