The holidays don’t pause for motherhood — if anything, they amplify it. This post explores the messy, hilarious, grace-filled reality of raising little ones during the busiest season of the year.

Motherhood has a way of humbling you — like when your toddler poops under the table during Friendsgiving. This is a story about embarrassment, grace, and learning to laugh through the chaos.

I didn’t feel that instant “magical baby connection.” Instead, postpartum depression hit me like a freight train. This is the messy, honest story of losing myself in motherhood — and slowly finding my way back.

Faith didn’t become my foundation because I had it all together — it became my foundation because I didn’t. This is what it looks like to build family life on grace, one prayer, one meltdown, and one miracle at a time.