A warm June morning, a Peloton ride, and the unexpected confidence boost from a 4-year-old—this is motherhood in motion. In this Boy Mom Chronicles entry, I share a moment that reminded me to keep showing up, give myself grace, and walk in peace. Because sometimes, the most honest encouragement comes from the tiniest voice saying, “WOW, CHECK YOU OUT!”

Friday morning mayhem. 3am wake-up call from the toddler monster, offering me a sliver of his twin bed like a peace treaty. Cute… but no thanks. By 6am, he’s conquered the TV remote, navigated to his own profile, and settled in like he pays bills around here. I finally roll out of bed, squeeze in some yoga, and try to meditate. The mantra says, “Breathe in, pause, listen…”—only to be met with, “Mama is RUDE,” followed by a tirade about a pillow that apparently doesn’t have my name on it. Still, I showed up for myself today. I’m in my pink dress. I’m tired, yes, but I’m here. Breathing. Pausing. And learning to be a little kinder to myself too. That hug and kiss at drop-off? It was all worth it.

My toddler spent all of Memorial Day weekend calling me like I was his personal assistant. The sass? Unmatched. The energy? Endless. The patience? Questionable.
Let’s just say this holiday was a sneak peek into summer break… and I’m already in survival mode.

From wild imaginations to wisecracks that leave you speechless, Boy Mom Chronicles captures the joy, chaos, and unexpected sweetness of raising boys. These stories aren’t just about motherhood—they’re about growing up with your child, one hilarious, humbling moment at a time.

From wild imaginations to wisecracks that leave you speechless, Boy Mom Chronicles captures the joy, chaos, and unexpected sweetness of raising boys. These stories aren’t just about motherhood—they’re about growing up with your child, one hilarious, humbling moment at a time.