✨ Motherhood: Four Kids Later and Still Kicking ✨

If I had to give myself a job title it would be: Professional Chaos Coordinator, Snack Dealer, Therapist on Call, and Uber Driver (minus the paycheck). I’m a mom of four, and here’s my wild little crew:

• 26, my oldest son – serving in the Navy and stationed at the U.S. Naval Academy. I couldn’t be prouder. 🇺🇸

• 20, my daughter – a hair stylist who’s already cooler than I’ll ever be.

• 18, my son – working at Mission BBQ and bringing home the smell of smoked brisket on the daily.

• 13, my youngest daughter – the spitfire who barrel races at Circle R Arena with her horse, Cat (a.k.a. Holiday Hellcat). She keeps me knee-deep in dust, horse hair, and adrenaline.

Three “Grown-Ups” and One Spitfire

Having three adult kids is surreal. They’re out in the world doing their thing, building lives, and proving that all those years of sleepless nights, endless snacks, and mom lectures actually did amount to something.

And then there’s my youngest. At 13, she’s full of grit and determination, spending her days barrel racing with her horse, Cat (a.k.a. Holiday Hellcat). She keeps me on my toes and makes sure life is anything but boring.

The Real Talk

Motherhood isn’t a glossy Pinterest board. It’s spilled drinks, slammed doors, muddy boots, late-night shifts, and more laundry than should legally be allowed. It’s also belly laughs, sarcastic banter, proud tears, and the joy of watching your kids turn into humans you actually like hanging out with.

Would I trade it? Not a chance. Even when I’m running on caffeine, short on patience, or covered in horse arena dust — motherhood has been the funniest, toughest, most rewarding ride of my life.

Wrapping It Up

So here’s to motherhood: messy, magical, exhausting, and real. The chaos never stops, but honestly? I wouldn’t know what to do without it.