A Journey of Love and Healing
I never imagined I’d be starting over as a parent in my 50s. Life had other plans — unexpected, challenging, and ultimately full of grace.
Raising my granddaughter wasn’t part of a carefully mapped-out plan. It came from heartbreak, from ambiguous loss, from stepping in when life shifted in an unimaginable way. But it also came from deep, unconditional love — the kind that moves you to rise, even when you feel like you’ve been knocked down.
This journey hasn’t been easy. There have been tears, doubts, and moments where I’ve questioned whether I had the energy to do it all again. But then there’s her laughter, her curious questions, her warm hugs and little hand in mine — constant reminders that love gives us strength we didn’t know we had.
Parenting this time around looks different. I bring more patience, more perspective, and a fierce determination to give her the security and joy every child deserves. She’s not just my granddaughter — she’s my second chance at motherhood, and I’m grateful to be doing it with a my husband, Joe. We are perfectly aligned in the way we raise her. She’s a daily reminder of why we keep showing up, even when life gets hard.
We are happy to announce that we have recently adopted Violet. The purpose was to give her a safe, solid home to grow up in with all the legal benefits as she is our daughter. Her birth mama, my daughter, is still present in our life and we love and support her dearly as well.
If you’re walking a similar path, know this: you are not alone. There’s beauty in this kind of beginning — even when it starts in the shadows. If you have questions about the processes we went through, don’t hesitate to reach out to me with any questions I might be able to answer based on our situation.
We’re finding our way together, one day at a time. 💜
