An Open Letter To My First Born….


My Sweet Boy,

       You start kindergarten in just a few short weeks and as proud as I am of you, I am terrified. How can my first born baby be ready for school already? How did 5 years come and go so quickly? It seems like just yesterday that I heard your tiny heartbeat for the first time and then at 39 weeks and 2 days, your tiny 7lb 7oz body stole my heart forever. The moment they laid you on my chest I knew there would never be another feeling quite like that one. And I was right; the moment you become a mother is something that nothing else could ever surpass. It was primal, beautiful, empowering, chaotic and terrifying all at once. Half of my heart was literally going to be walking around outside of my body for the rest of my life. Watching you grow, and learn and experience new things has been the greatest adventure I have ever known. You are growing to be such a sweet, rambunctious, funny, witty, empathetic, patient and curious little boy. I’m so proud of your desire to do what is right, even if its not the popular thing to do. I’m proud of the big brother you have become, strong and protective. I’m proud that you’re not afraid to be yourself and I’m proud of you for standing up for the things you feel in your heart to be good and true. As your mother, I pray everyday that we have instilled the right values in your life and that God would guide and protect your little heart. I pray for your protection, I pray for your salvation and I pray that God would make and mold me into the mother that He would have me to be. I will continue to pray for you as you grow and I will do my best to be the example that you need. I will slip up and I will fail and fall at times, but because of you, I will always get back up.

            Since the day you were born we have always told you that we “Love you to the moon and allllll the way back down!!” ; You would smile and laugh and give the biggest, wettest open mouth kisses that I needed just as much as I needed air to breathe. Well one day, out of the blue, you were eating lunch in your highchair and I asked you, “Do you know how much Mommy loves you?” You looked in my eyes and said “Moon Ma-Ma, MOON!!!!” The truth is, son, my love for you goes far beyond the moon. The day you made me a mom is forever the best gift I could have ever received. I am so blessed to be able to call you my son.


“Moon” my sweet boy, “Moon”.

Love, Mom.

To The Mom Who Feels Defeated And Inadequate


From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭61:2                                                                 My top scripture verse as a mom. 

To the mom who feels defeated and inadequate:

Every mom knows that feeling. It’s the end of an exhausting day and you haven’t had a second,alone, to think. You’re a SAHM and yet, your house is still a disaster; the dinner you made was a total bust; the kids are still screaming and you’re praying for bedtime. You’re stressing about finances, your struggling marriage, your diet that’s up in flames, the laundry that’s piled up to the ceiling and the fact that no matter how hard you try, that kid is never going to learn to tie his shoes. Then you sit down, finally able to relax, and you start to scroll through your Instagram feed to find these “Super-Moms”, everywhere. Their home is impeccably organized. They run these amazing blogs and Etsy shops and they cook these ridiculously time consuming meals. They homeschool 7 kids ,(all in different sports) and still have time to sip tea on the back patio with their husbands and document it all for the rest of us mediocre moms to see. (And envy)

As mothers, we set our hearts up for failure and defeat the second we start comparing ourselves to someone else, especially these facades of motherhood we see on social media.

 For we dare not make ourselves of the number, or compare ourselves with some that commend themselves: but they measuring themselves by themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves, are not wise. 

2 Corinthians 10:12

When a flower blooms it doesn’t worry about what the flower next door is making for dinner or wonder how the next flowers’  body bounced back so fast after her last pregnancy. It simply, blooms. Gracefully and beautifully on its own; paying no mind to the surrounding flowers. It’s basks in the sunshine given by its creator and thrives therein.

Momma. You. Are. Enough. 


You CAN NOT do it all! So, stop making yourself miserable by trying. I speak from experience when I say that, you are not only making yourself miserable but you are also affecting your children and your spouse by focusing your time and energy on all the wrong things. Having a messy house, is ok sometimes! Having a bad attitude, is ok sometimes! Saying, “forget these chores, I’m hanging with the kids today!”, is ok!!!! Don’t let these misconceptions of reality warp you into believing that you aren’t the actual norm! Believe it or not, you’re not the first mom to throw a towel on the peed on sheets and go  back to sleep!

So many peed on sheets.

You have to learn to prioritize your sanity. You can’t give from an empty pail. Take some time alone to do things just for mom every now and then. Self reflect and “recharge”. Make lists, set goals and enjoy the life your given and don’t squander precious time that you can’t get back. You alone are in charge of giving your children a happy mother and you can’t be happy living with a defeated spirit. Hold dear to your heart, the fact that God gave YOU those children; God lead your husband to YOU and you ALL  are right where you are suppose to be. So, momma,don’t sweat the smoke and mirrors. Just know that you are exactly who God intended you to be, their momma.

So until next time, be easy on yourself, Momma. You’re doing just fine. 

❤️ Lace

P.S. You’re rockin that mom hair today. I see you girl.