Skateboarding Through Motherhood's Journey

It happened late in the afternoon, during that golden hour when the sun hits our small-town

skate park just right— turning the concrete warm, the metal ramps shimmering,

making everything feel like a memory while it’s still unfolding. I led my adorable

five year old son, Malickai, and my beautiful eight year old daughter, Mikaiyah,

through the chain-link entrance, two little helmets bouncing beside me like excited

satellites. “Mackie,” Mikaiyah whispered to her little brother, “Mom used to skateboard

before we were even born.” “Like… on purpose?” he asked, genuinely stunned.

I laughed. “Oh yeah. I wasn’t always a mom who pays bills and reminds people