The Kind of Love Only a Mother Knows

This past week, I pressed pause on business.

I closed my laptop, put down my phone, and leaned fully into one of the most sacred roles I’ve ever had: Mom.

It was spring break and for seven sweet days, I was just theirs.

No deadlines, no to-do lists. Just moments.

Slower mornings.

Late-night laughter.

Car rides with music that filled the space between us, and quiet cuddles that filled something deeper.

Motherhood has taught me many things, but one truth always rises to the surface:

It’s not fixed.

It’s ever-evolving.

Who I was as a mother a year ago is not who I am today.

I grow, shift, stumble, and begin again right alongside them.

And they, my children, are my greatest mirrors.

They see me without filters, titles, or expectations.

To them, I’m not a business owner, creator, or visionary.

I’m Mom.

I’m love.

I’m safety.

I’m the warm hand that reaches back in the car, the eyes that light up when they walk in the room, the home that exists even when we’re miles from one.

This week reminded me why I do what I do.

Why I create, why I build, why I share.

It all stems from love and it always circles back to them.

They are, and always will be, my number one fans.

So as this season shifts and I return to the work I love,

I carry their laughter in my chest,

Their energy in my hands,

And their faith in my spirit.

They believe in me even on the days I forget to believe in myself.

And that?

That is the kind of love that transforms everything.