Mommas, let’s always create a sacred place for our kids — a place where they can lay their heads down, drop all the walls, and let their guards fall away. A place where it doesn’t matter how old they are, what stage of life they’re in, or what social status they hold in the outside world. In that place, they are simply Momma’s baby. Every child needs somewhere they know they can land safely. For my girls, that place is the salon. The rule is simple: what happens and what is said at the salon stays at the salon. The walls have no ears, and there is no judgment for anything you need to let out. It’s a safe space — a place where honesty lives and hearts can breathe. It’s where we sing loudly to girl music, laugh at our terrible dance moves, and talk about life. Real talk. The kind that encourages you and reminds you that you’re not the only one standing in the middle of whatever season you’re in. Sometimes it’s silly. Sometimes it’s deep. Sometimes it’s just brushing hair and...
As the year has its seasons, so does a momma’s heart. This morning I’m sitting in the living room, looking out the window with my one cup of coffee for the day—yes, just one. I watch the snow fall, and it reminds me how life moves in seasons, each one carrying its own worries, prayers, and lessons. When my kids were babies, my prayers were simple but constant: Lord, keep them healthy. And when they got sick, I prayed for wisdom—Is this an ER situation or just a cold that will pass by morning? When they became toddlers, the prayers shifted to: Lord, please don’t let them bust their head open… or swallow anything that clearly says “not edible.” School age brought a whole new prayer list: protection from kidnappers with candy, white vans, and suspicious “lost puppies.” Then came the teenage years. Whew. Those prayers got serious. Protection from the wrong crowd, strength to say no to substances that harm them, and wisdom in choosing the right boy or girl—because let’s b...