Finding me

Nobody talks about what it feels like to become a mother later in life.

Or what it feels like raising a teenage son while quietly trying to heal parts of yourself at the same time.

Some days I feel strong.

Some days I feel lost.

Some days I wonder if I’m doing any of this right.

This page is for the moms who love deeply, worry constantly, and are still trying to find themselves somewhere in the middle of it all.

At 52, I don’t have everything figured out.

But maybe that’s the point. 🤍