Some days, motherhood feels like a Marvel origin story — a mix of chaos, superpowers, and deep lessons that sneak up on me between loads of laundry and late-night prayers.
This week, I took a quiet moment to pull out my old vision boards. I created them during the season when we were being reviewed for our home study with the agency. I had no idea that just a month later, we’d meet the two boys who would make me a mama for the first time. Those boards were covered in prayers, declarations, magazine clippings, and reminders to trust God’s timing — pictures of families, children, and even a few nods to preparing for motherhood.
Now, nearly eight years later, we are approaching the anniversary of the boys’ placement. As I look back, I can see how faithfully God answered those prayers — not just by bringing Trevor and Tyson into our lives, but by adding Ella Grace two years later.
Speaking of Ella Grace, she has been singing her way through the week — full songs, not just choruses — and labeling her food to request it like a little maestro of her own needs. I sit here typing with her voice in the background, and my heart swells thinking about how far she’s come.
Trevor is sketching his way through advanced art class and learning the discipline of athletics. Tyson, my creative one, is making us all laugh while learning to self-regulate (yes, tablet timeouts are still in effect).
And me? I’m still learning to celebrate the small victories — like turning a post-work grocery run from meltdowns to smiles with the magic of snacks.
Every day, I remind my kids that they represent themselves, our family, and most importantly, God. That reminder shapes our choices and gives us a daily reset.
Tonight, I am grateful — for the noise, the growth, the grace, and the evidence that God’s timing was (and still is) right on time.
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