May always feels like one of those months that sneaks up on you. One minute you’re planning spring activities and trying to stay consistent with your homeschool routines… and the next thing you know, the calendar is full, the house feels a little louder than usual, and you’re wondering how the month is already halfway over. So today I wanted to take a moment to pause and do a little May check-in. Not the polished version. The real one. Homeschool Life Lately This month has be

Let me set the scene. It’s finally the weekend. You’ve been looking forward to this moment all week. No rushing through homeschool lessons, no juggling snacks, diapers, and the million tiny responsibilities that come with motherhood. You tell yourself, “This weekend I’m going to rest.” You even imagine it for a moment: A warm cup of coffee. A quiet house. Maybe sitting down for longer than five minutes without someone calling your name. And then your toddler wakes up. The Rea

Mother’s Day has always been a little extra special for me. Not just because I’m a mom—but because it usually falls right around my oldest son’s birthday. My first baby. The one who made me a mother. This year, he turned nine years old, and just like many years before, his birthday landed right around Mother’s Day weekend. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Celebrating His Birthday at Magic Kingdom This year we decided to do something extra fun to celebrate him.

One question I get asked a lot is: “How do you juggle it all?” Homeschooling two kids. One who is dyslexic and needs extra support. A toddler who is usually either on my hip… or nursing. And all the other moving parts that come with motherhood. Meals. Laundry. Teaching. Meltdowns. Messes. The everyday chaos of raising little humans. The honest answer? Jesus. The Honest Truth About “Juggling It All” If I’m being completely honest, juggling it all isn’t easy. Some days I feel o

April felt like one of those months that moved both slow and fast at the same time. Some days felt long and exhausting, while other moments reminded me just how quickly this season of motherhood is passing. If you’re a mom in the middle of raising kids, juggling responsibilities, homeschooling, and trying to take care of yourself somewhere in between…you probably understand exactly what I mean. So here’s my April monthly check-in. Nothing perfectly polished. Just a little rea

I missed my usual Monday blog post this week. And honestly… motherhood is the reason why. My one-year-old toddler has officially been on what I call a no-nap strike, and any parent who has experienced that knows exactly what it means for mom: exhaustion. Add in some sciatica pain running down my back and legs, and let’s just say this week has been a lot. The Reality of the Week Some weeks feel organized and productive. This week has felt more like survival mode. Between manag

Why Moms Sometimes Need to Unplug From the World Motherhood today comes with a constant stream of noise. Notifications. Breaking news. Social media updates. Endless scrolling. It can feel like the world is always asking for our attention. And somewhere in the middle of trying to keep up with everything happening online, we can forget to be fully present in the moments happening right in front of us. Sometimes the most healing thing a mom can do is simply unplug. The Pressure

A private space for moms navigating the middle together Motherhood has a way of bringing us to places we never expected. Not the sweet newborn snuggles everyone talks about. Not the picture-perfect moments on social media. But the middle. The part where you’re tired, figuring things out, and quietly carrying more than most people realize. The messy middle is where so many moms live. It’s the season after the excitement fades and before clarity returns. The season where you’re

We love our days at the museum! Homeschooling a 5-year-old will teach you a lot. Not just about letters, numbers, and learning… But about patience. About expectations. And honestly, about yourself. Last year, we started homeschooling my second son when he was almost five. And I can tell you — it stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. It’s Not What I Thought It Would Look Like When I first imagined homeschooling, I pictured: Sitting at the table Completing lessons Checking thin

When people talk about dyslexia, they usually talk about the struggles. The tears. The frustration. The long homework nights. The reading challenges. And yes… those things are real. But something I rarely hear people talk about are the strengths. Because raising a dyslexic child isn’t only about the hard parts. There are gifts in the way their minds work too. And once you start noticing those gifts, it changes the way you see your child — and the way they see themselves. The

March already? How did that happen? I feel like we just packed away the Christmas decorations… and now somehow, we’re halfway to spring break, the pollen is trying to take us out, and my toddler thinks 4:45 a.m. is a perfectly reasonable time to start the day. So, I figured it was time for a little Mom in the Middle March check-in. Because if there’s one thing motherhood teaches you, it’s that life moves fast… but somehow the laundry still never ends. Homeschool Life Lately H

If you’re a mom with little kids at home, you probably know this feeling. You wake up before the sun… not because you planned to, but because your toddler did...Again. Maybe they’re teething. Maybe they’re going through a sleep regression. Maybe toddlers just enjoy reminding us that sleep schedules are more of a suggestion than a rule. Either way, your carefully planned homeschool day suddenly feels like it’s already off track before it even starts. If you’re in this season,

If you had told me a few years ago that I would still be breastfeeding at 18 months, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Between the NICU experience with my first baby, the mixed feeding journey with my second, and the overwhelming early weeks with my third, breastfeeding always felt complicated and uncertain. But somehow, here we are. Eighteen months later, still nursing. Not perfectly. Not without challenges. But with a lot of learning, patience, and moments of connectio

If you asked me how my mental health is right now — 18 months postpartum — I can honestly say: I’m in a good place. Not a perfect place. Not a stress-free place. But a grounded, steady place. Mentally, I feel stronger. Spiritually, I feel anchored. And the difference this time has been my faith. Leaning on God Instead of Carrying It Alone I’ve been relying heavily on my relationship with God in this season. I talk to Him daily — sometimes constantly — throughout my day. In th

It’s been 18 months. And I’m still not at my pre-pregnancy weight. And you know what? That’s okay. In the early days postpartum, I was so worried about “snapping back.” That phrase the world throws around like it’s the ultimate badge of honor. I felt this quiet pressure to hurry up and look like myself again — to shrink, to tone, to prove that I could bounce back. But somewhere along the way, my perspective shifted. Because what’s actually important? Not the number on the sca

There was a time when I thought good motherhood looked like color-coded calendars, themed sensory bins, perfectly folded laundry, and matching outfits for every holiday. You know… Pinterest-perfect. And while there’s nothing wrong with beautiful things, I’ve learned something the hard way: My kids don’t need a Pinterest-perfect mom. They need a present one. The Pressure to Be “That Mom” Somewhere along the way, motherhood became a performance. Perfect homeschool rooms. Organi

There’s something about February that feels like the “middle.” Not the fresh-start energy of January. Not the brightness of spring. Just the quiet, in-between. And honestly? That’s exactly where I feel like I’ve been this month — right in the messy middle. Homeschool Update: Progress (Even When It Feels Slow) This month with homeschooling has been… layered. Some days felt productive and peaceful. Other days felt like I was repeating the same lesson three times while holding a

This is the question I whispered in my kitchen more times than I can count. Should I homeschool my dyslexic child? Not because I dreamed of it. Not because I felt called overnight. But because something wasn’t working. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore. If you’re here, you’re probably asking that same question quietly in your heart. Let me walk you through what it looked like for us. When Support Still Didn’t Feel Like Support We had the IEP. We had meetings. We had interventi

Homeschooling a dyslexic child is… rewarding. But let me tell you something first — it didn’t start that way. Today, I get to see my son improving. I get to watch him become the sweet, wonder-filled little boy he was always meant to be. And that? That warms my heart in ways I can’t even put into words. But the beginning? It was heavy. When the Signs Were There… and I Didn’t See Them Yet When he was five, in kindergarten, I didn’t immediately recognize the signs of dyslexia. S

There’s a very specific kind of chaos that lives in a house with little boys. It sounds like someone arguing about who touched who. It smells like peanut butter and mystery socks. It looks like a homeschool schedule that started strong… and slowly unraveled by 10:17 a.m. If you know, you know. 8:12am — The Quiet Before the Storm I wake up with full intentions. Kisses from my little one. Bible Study. Breakfast. Maybe even a peaceful start. For approximately seven minutes, I fe