Mommy Finger, Baby Finger

Sometimes, I see those Instagram-perfect mompreneurs—latte in one hand, baby on their hip, husband behind the camera cheering them on, and I wonder…

If I had that, would I be further along? Would I feel more at ease?

It’s not jealousy, it’s just a wondering.

Because truthfully, I carry a lot. I’ve been the prayer warrior, the provider, the planner, the comforter, the therapist, and I’m proud of that. I’ve worked hard with an aching heart and showed up for my child… even when it felt like my dreams had to sit in the backseat.

And sometimes, I think: if I had someone holding me, backing my vision, praying over me, telling me “You’ve got this,” maybe I’d breathe easier. Maybe I’d even run faster.

(That one’s a big maybe.)

But recently, I had a quiet revelation as I journaled at the park one afternoon:

This is my empire—raw, real, and still growing.

No, I don’t have a loving husband behind the camera or someone funding my vision. But I have something I’ve fought for with my own two hands. I’ve carried bricks in my bare hands through heartbreak, loneliness, faith-testing seasons, and still showed up, planted seeds, wiped tears, and kept going.

It may not look like the highlight reels, but it’s holy ground. And my pace is still leading me somewhere beautiful.

Here in the mess, God meets me, and He reminds me that I’m not behind.
I’m creating, healing, and becoming.

And, one day, when love comes, it won’t complete me. It will complement what I’ve already built.

💫 P.S. If my journey has ever encouraged you or made you feel less alone, would you take a moment to vote for me for Super Mom 2025? Your support means more than you know.

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