One day you’re little girls playing house, and the next— you ARE the house. Bills, babies, throw pillows from HomeGoods, and a running mental checklist that never ends. Somewhere in all that, you blink, and BOOM—you’re a new woman. No buzzer, no finish line. Just a body that feels different, responsibilities you didn’t see coming, and a version of you that’s still learning, unlearning, and becoming. And that’s really what this season is about for me: not chasing the old spark, but uncovering the new one. The grown woman spark. The “I’ve lived, I’ve stretched, I’ve survived” spark. So if you’ve ever looked in the mirror and thought, Where did she go?—this one’s for you.

A heartfelt reflection on how motherhood pushes us into unfamiliar territory—and how we rise to the occasion with love, grace, and messy braids. This is a reminder that you are more than enough, even when you’re figuring it out in real time.