The way she can feed people and it's both practical and an act of love at the same time. There's no separation between the two. She's not "settling" by being home. She's building something.

I want to learn what she knows. Not because I don't have other options, but because I see the value in it. There's power in knowing how to make a home beautiful and warm. There's intelligence in understanding how to care for people. These aren't small things, even though the world treats them like they are.

My faith honors this. The idea that a woman creates the foundation everything else builds on—that's not limiting, that's actually profound. 🏡 And I'm starting to understand it not as something I should do because I have to, but something I want to do because I see how much it matters.

I watch my mother and I think: I want to be like that. I want to be someone's peace. I want to make a space where people feel loved and cared for and like they belong. That's not a small life. That's a full life.

Is learning from the women who came before you the same as being trapped by their choices?