Today was hard.
I went to work.
I showed up for every person who needed me.
I smiled. I nodded. I poured out.
But when I was finally alone
quiet, still, no distractions
my mind started racing.
I thought about all the things I haven’t accomplished.
All the areas where I feel behind.
All the ways I feel like I’m not enough
not as a mom
not as a wife and business partner
not even as myself.
And in the middle of that mental storm,
I kept thinking about how,
I’m just waiting for my flowers to bloom.
Waiting to be seen.
Waiting to be celebrated.
Waiting for something to bloom
so I can believe that all of this
isn’t just heavy and hard for no reason.
Because there’s a version of motherhood
no one really talks about.
Not the highlight reel.
Not the proud milestones.
Not the “she finally slept through the night” texts.
But the in-between.
The valley.
The part where you’re giving everything you have
but feeling like it’s never quite enough.
The part where you’re running on fumes
but still, by the grace of God, finding a way to keep everyone else fueled.
The part where you feel like you’re planting seeds in dry soil
and praying and having faith something beautiful will grow.
And it will.
But today? It’s hard.
Because no one claps for the valley.
No one celebrates the invisible labor of being soft and strong at the same time.
No one throws confetti for the mom who held it together
even though she was one undone moment away from breaking.
You show up.
You give.
You love.
You press on.
And maybe, like me, you’re wondering—
Will anyone ever see this?
Will I ever get my flowers for the hard parts no one sees?
I want you to know:
Even in the valley, something is blooming.
You may not see it yet.
But your patience is planting peace.
Your love is growing resilience.
Your quiet persistence is building a foundation so strong
your child will stand on it one day and feel safe.
So if you’re in the valley,
waiting for your flowers—
this is your reminder:
You are not unseen.
You are not failing.
You are not alone.
You are growing something sacred.
And one day, the bloom will be undeniable.
Until then, keep going my girl.
The flowers are coming.
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