05/10/2026
Motherhood and farming have taught me the same lesson over and over again and that is that growth happens slowly, quietly, and right before your eyes before you even realize it.
Tonight at Mother’s Day dinner, my youngest was curled up asleep in my lap while my mind wandered to my oldest graduating in just two short years. One still fits perfectly in my arms, while the other is already stepping toward adulthood. And somehow, in the middle of all of it, I’m trying to hold onto this season just a little longer.
At the same time, our little farm is growing too. What started as small dreams, tiny seedlings, baby animals, and a simple idea has slowly turned into something bigger than we imagined. Row by row, season by season, it keeps growing. Just like our babies do.
Motherhood feels a lot like farming. You plant seeds, nurture them daily, pray over them, weather the hard seasons, and trust that all the little moments are turning into something beautiful. Some days the growth is obvious, and some days it feels invisible… until suddenly the babies are taller, the flowers are blooming, and the dreams you planted are standing right in front of you.
Tonight reminded me how beautiful these seasons really are… the sleepy cuddles, the growing independence, the messy middle, the laughter around the table, and the life we’re building together one day at a time.
To all the moms, stepmoms, grandmas, and mother figures, Happy Mother’s Day!! What you nurture matters more than you know. 💛
