Legacy in Bloom: A Mother's Promise and a Daughter’s Witness

Legacy in Bloom: A Mother's Promise and a Daughter’s Witness

When I was younger, every accomplishment was rooted in a deep desire to make my parents proud. I thought if I got the degrees, followed the rules, and did everything “right,” I could bypass the generational patterns I came from—codependency, broken homes, surviving instead of thriving. I didn’t want to be another statistic.

Before my daughter was even born, I worked tirelessly to break cycles I couldn’t yet name. But now, as a grown woman and a mother, I understand that so much of that ambition was shaped by trauma. It was survival disguised as success. That version of me was created to protect myself.

But who I was in my youth—that bold, curious, outspoken rebel with a cause and for a cause—that was my truest self. The girl who walked barefoot in the grass, picking dandelions without knowing they were medicine. The one who told her grandmother, “You don’t need all those pills,” because something deep in her spirit already knew better. The one who started to walk in faith as soon as she began to understand who God truly was.

Life hardened me. It made me masculine when all I really wanted was to feel safe in my softness. To feel good in my body. To take care of my people. To be held and heard and whole.

Now, every step I take is about coming home to her—and showing my daughter the way back to herself too.

We’ve grown together. And I’m building our legacy with intention and truth. This journey is anything but easy. There are moments when I’m nearly brought to tears promising her that everything we lost—every sacrifice made while I chased dreams—will be restored tenfold. I reassure her that God sees us. That we are not forgotten. That the timing may feel slow, but it is sacred.

I’m teaching her, through my living, how to love God, how to stay grateful, and how to trust divine timing. I’m showing her what faith looks like in motion.

This is why I do what I do.
Not just for me.
But for her.
For us.
And for the little girl inside me who knew the way all along.

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