To My Daughters, From the Heart of a Mother in the Middle of Becoming

To My Daughters,

From the Heart of a Mother in the Middle of Becoming

My beautiful girls—Serenity, Maleah, and Winter,

Right now, I am sitting in the middle of the storm and the sunshine.

The house is a little messy, my body is a little tired, and my heart is a little full and a little heavy all at once.

But even with all of that, you are my peace.

You are my reason.

You are my why.

I want you to know that everything I’m doing right now—every course I take, every night I push through exhaustion, every plan I map out—is not just for me. It’s for you. It’s for the woman I see rising in each of you.

Serenity—thank you for growing with me, for helping when you see I’m tired, for becoming more than just my daughter, but my teammate in life.

Maleah—your laughter still lifts the room, and your strength will build bridges where none exist.

Winter—your light is the reminder that even after pain, joy can be born again.

One day, when you’re standing in your own home, making your own choices, facing your own struggles, I want you to remember this:

Your mama never quit.

Not when the world told her she was too broken.

Not when she had nothing left but faith and a vision.

Not when the weight was too heavy and the silence too loud.

I stayed. I prayed. I showed up tired.

And I kept going.

Because of you.

And baby girls, because of me, you will always know what strength looks like. Not the loud kind. Not the perfect kind. But the kind that loves, endures, and builds even while healing.

I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be whole.

To lead. To love. To rise—and know that wherever you go, I’m already there, cheering for you with every beat of my heart.

Keep your head high, your faith strong, and your heart open.

Because of you, I kept going.

And because of me—you will always know how.

With all my love,

Mommy