Watching my teenage son discover peace in planting seeds—quietly checking each pot for signs of life—reminded me of what I’ve been doing all along in my business, art, and life. Planting. Nurturing. Sometimes starting over. Sometimes the seeds need water or a little love, and sometimes they just need to be left alone to do their thing.

I thought I was tough—until motherhood showed me a whole new kind of strength. From natural birth to teenage chaos, this is a raw look at what it means to weather the storm, hold the line, and keep showing up. Especially when it's hard.