One foot in the past, one in the future.

They told me it would go fast—but I didn’t realize how fast.

This blog is my way of holding on, just a little longer. I’m a mama walking the final stretch of full-time motherhood, standing at the edge of goodbye while watching my teenage son step into the world he’s been growing toward all along.

Here, I write about the messy mix of pride and pain that comes with senior year, the quiet moments of reflection, and the memories that bubble up from years gone by—sticky fingers, bedtime stories, firsts that feel like lifetimes ago.

If you’re a mama sitting in the same space—equal parts cheering and quietly aching—you’re not alone. This is for the ones who still fold laundry with a lump in their throat, who are learning to let go with grace, and who find hope in the blur of “lasts” and “almosts.”

Welcome to the in-between.
You’ve got one foot here, too.