Growing up, we didn’t have much in the way of material things—but what we did have was a home overflowing with love, warmth, and life lessons that have carried me through every stage of my life. My mom was—and still is—an extraordinary presence. She devoted herself entirely to raising my brother, Scott, and me, and made our childhood feel rich in all the ways that truly matter.

Back in the ’70s, during a time when the women’s movement was encouraging many to join the workforce, my mom chose a different path. She believed deeply in the importance of being present. She stayed home with us every day, pouring her energy into our upbringing while my dad worked three jobs and eventually began traveling for his music career. She was our constant—our compass—and the impact of that choice shaped who we became.

My mom taught me more than I could ever put into words. Her values became the foundation of my own. She instilled kindness, empathy, and open-mindedness. She and my dad were always progressive thinkers—never ones to pass judgment—and I’ve carried that same belief system into the way I raise my own children.

Even now, the bond I share with my mom is one I treasure deeply. We are cut from the same cloth—same interests, same love for decorating, and the same way of seeing the world. Her creativity filled our home with magic. Holidays were never just days on the calendar—they were transformed into moments of wonder and joy. My bedroom was always an extension of her love for me. Pink was my favorite color, so naturally, she filled my room with charming, beautiful touches to make it feel extra special—just for me.

When my dad passed away at the young age of 44, everything changed in an instant. It was a heartbreak I’ll never forget. But through that immense loss, my mom remained our rock. She showed up for us every single day with strength and grace, even when I know she was hurting too. Her love carried us through the hardest chapter of our lives, and I am still in awe of how she held our family together. I don’t know how she did it—but she did.

The truth is, my mom still teaches me. She’s always there—willing to pause her day to help, to talk, to show up in the way only a mom can. She made the smallest moments feel special and turned ordinary days into memories I still hold close. I know how rare this is, and I never take it for granted.

I was given the best mom a daughter could ever dream of, and I am endlessly grateful. Her love, her wisdom, her presence—they have shaped the woman I am today.

In every stage of life—through joy, heartbreak, growth, and grace—my mom has been my constant. And now, I hope I’m becoming the kind of mom she was for me.