My King is one whole year old, and somehow I’m also watching my firstborn count down the months before she walks across a stage and into her freshman year of college. If that isn’t the full spectrum of motherhood in one sentence, I don’t know what is.

There’s something about being a mother at different chapters of your own life that makes you laugh at yourself in the best way. The version of me raising a senior in high school and the version of me nursing a one-year-old are technically the same woman — but honey, we are not the same. And I mean that with all the love and humor  because both versions are doing their absolute best.

Speaking of best intentions, can we talk about swim lessons? Every single time I’ve had a child, swim lessons have been on the list. The plan was solid. The commitment was real. And every single time, life happened. Fast forward to my boys, now 11 and almost 14, who somehow figured out how to swim and ride bikes completely on their own. I didn’t plan that. God clearly did. And I’m standing here like, “okay… dang. We good.” Because somehow, even when I couldn’t execute the plan, the outcome still showed up.

That’s the thing nobody tells you enough about motherhood, it works out. Not always the way you drew it up, but it works out when you stay patient, stay focused, and trust something bigger than your to-do list. My littlest one is almost ready for those swim lessons I’ve been trying to deliver for over a decade now, and this time? We’re doing it. But even if life happens again, I’ve learned, they’ll figure it out. We always do.

Final Thought

“Don’t let the limits your mind creates decide your future.”

Millennial Love 💜