Mom’s lives matters, too, Dallas.

When you become a mom you have a new found love that you never knew existed until you bring this brand new life into the world, a baby, a miracle.

Yesterday when my husband came home from work, I woke up to Brian Williams reporting that there had been yet another shooting with five dead and several were injured. I really thought it was a dream, but sadly it wasn’t. 

Each of these victims had a mom, a woman who conceived a child, brought life into this world, and raised the child for the greater good. 

There are now five moms who are grieving right now, there are five mothers without their child, there are five mothers who are having to bury their child, there are five mothers who won’t have an opportunity to become a grandmother, and there are five mothers who aren’t able to continue on their child’s journey because their life was taken too soon.

Did these killers think about the mothers when he pulled the trigger? What about his/her own mother? I couldn’t imagine raising a killer, knowing my child that I raised consumed so much hate for people, put a plan into place to leave five mothers in his world to grieve for the rest of their lives each and everyday. 

As a mom, my heart has been broken. I couldn’t imagine raising a child to hate so much, nor could I be on the other end of the spectrum and become a mom in an instant who has to bury my child.

How do we go forward from this awful situation?

We go forward by showing our children, who are the future of our nation, love, peace, and respect. This is America, we live in the land of the free and by that we need to raise children who will live up to those expectations to follow rules, respect authority figure, and to raise a family in such a manner that it will continue to pass the positive morals, rituals, and honor to each generation to follow.

If you’re a mom, please stop for a second today and hug your babies, hug your children, and let them know how much they mean to you. Life is too short and you never know when it will be your last hug, kiss, or verbal goodbye. 

There are five mothers right now who were taken from this…

Mother’s lives matter, too, Dallas.

Independence Day🇺🇸

Ask your child what it means to be free….

Kaylee: (7)”That you can do whatever you want.”

Chelsea: (6)”You can do whatever you want in the country.”

Walker:(3)”A train”

These answers are appropriate for their ages in how their mind operates.

Do we as moms live like we are free, or are there things that we are slaves to? 

On this Independence Day, I’m thankful for the handful of opportunities I get on a daily basis to learn, love, and be free with my children. 

Yesterday we spent precious time with family, time that we will never have again  because time is limited and in that time we laughed, loved, and lived a little. Fireworks and sparklers entertained the adults and kids, while the endless amount of food and drinks seemed to entertain our bellies. 


It was nice sitting on the ground of the family farm with family, cousins, and in laws watching the fireworks go off all around us, and for the most part, right in front of us. 


On this Independence Day, I’m grateful for these slow rainy days enjoying the company of my children because when you’re a working mom, life is hectic.

Just like Christ, he set us moms free to enjoy his completed work on the cross. May the God of all comfort fill your heart with a renewed ability to enjoy your freedom.


Above: Cousins posing silly for a picture.


Above: My nephew and me getting ready to enjoy a firework show!

Daddy helping our kiddos play with sparklers!  

Lastly, to top it off, mom celebrated by herself with a nice mom-drink! 


I’m signing off now to watch the Macy’s 4th of July firework celebration on TV with My kiddos!
Happy 4th of July Moms!🇺🇸