Hey, I’m the mom behind Full Hearted Mom!

I’m a mom of two — one boy, one girl, and both play hockey. Which basically means I live in my car, survive on coffee, and spend more time at hockey arenas than I do in my own living room.

Throw in a husband, a dog, a few cats, a job, and a never-ending pile of laundry, and you’ve pretty much got my life.

Some days, I’m a mom. Other days, I’m a taxi driver, personal assistant, chef, cleaning lady, therapist, homework helper, and professional finder of things that are apparently invisible to everyone else in my house.

Seriously, how am I the only person who knows where anything is?

And apparently, finishing school myself wasn’t enough because now I’m doing it all over again. Except the math is harder, I barely remember any of it, and I’m constantly being told, “That’s not how my teacher does it!”

My mornings start with coffee, my evenings usually end with hockey, and somewhere in between I’m trying to keep the house standing, the fridge stocked, the pets fed, and everyone where they’re supposed to be.

The dog needs to go out, the cats are convinced they’ve never been fed, someone needs a ride, someone has homework due tomorrow that they’ve known about for three weeks, and somehow everyone still expects dinner.

Oh, and did I mention I have a job too?

Some days I’ve got it all together. Other days, I’m reheating the same cup of coffee for the third time, trying to remember which arena I’m driving to, and wondering how it’s already 5 p.m.

But here’s the thing

But here’s the thing. I wouldn’t trade being their mom for anything.

Watching my kids grow up, chase their dreams, face disappointments, and figure out who they are is the best and sometimes hardest part of motherhood. One minute I’m cheering from the stands, and the next I’m worrying about something they probably haven’t even thought about.

And as they get older, I’m realizing that motherhood doesn’t necessarily get easier. It just changes. The problems get bigger, the conversations get deeper, and somehow they still need you just as much, even when they pretend they don’t.

Although now that they’re teenagers, apparently I know absolutely nothing. Funny, because a few years ago, I knew everything.

Every mom of teens, ever

Why Full Hearted Mom?

That’s why I started Full Hearted Mom.

Not because I have all the answers. Trust me, I don’t.

But because I know I’m not the only mom trying to juggle it all while wondering if I’m doing enough, worrying too much, or getting any of it right.

This is a place for the real side of motherhood. The funny moments, the exhausting days, the hockey chaos, the homework battles, the mom guilt, the proud moments, and everything in between.

No perfect parenting advice. No picture-perfect life. Just real stories from a mom who’s figuring it out as she goes.