She's 16. She's Fearless. She's Mine.

There’s a certain kind of chaos that comes with parenting a teenage girl, especially one who’s got fire in her veins, ambition in her eyes, and absolutely zero fear of the world—or your opinions. And somehow, I got one.

She’s sixteen. She’s bold. And sometimes, she terrifies me… in the best way.

I didn’t raise a rule-follower. I raised a boundary-pusher, a glass-ceiling-kicker, a late-night-deep-talker who will call out any adult that dares underestimate her.

She’s got opinions. She’s got playlists that could make you cry or launch a revolution. And she’s got a radar for BS that could be used in any police interrogation.

And while I was over here trying to figure out what was for dinner, she was growing up into this incredible young woman.

Watching her grow into this force has been one of the greatest joys of my life—and also one of the most humbling. She doesn’t just challenge the world. She challenges me. To think bigger. To listen deeper. To heal the parts of myself that I’d conveniently ignored for too long. She doesn’t just make me a better mom. She makes me a better me.

There are days I miss the little version of her—the one who used to ask me to braid her hair or snuggle up watching “Frozen” on repeat. Now she’s asking for a tattoo and go to a concert in another state with her besties. Biggest suprise? I kinda love this version. She’s wild. She’s real. And she gets it. Sometimes more than I do.

For me, choosing not to drink isn’t about being perfect — it’s about being present.

It’s about knowing that these moments with her — the late-night talks, the dance competitions, the heartbreaks and the hilarious rants about the world — they’re once-in-a-lifetime. And I want to catch every single one with clear eyes and a full heart. Not through a haze. Not half-there because I "earned" a glass of wine.

Choosing this path with Drytality didn’t just change me. It changed the way I get to show up for her. It’s not about judgment. It's about joy. Real joy. The messy, breathtaking, can’t-believe-I-get-to-be-here kind..

And while she may not say it out loud (because… teen), I think she’s proud of me too. For showing up, even on the hard days. For doing the work. For staying in the game—with all the challenges life has to offer.

So here’s to raising fearless daughters. And here’s to being the kind of woman who can keep up with one.

Because she’s sixteen. She’s fearless. And she’s mine.

And damn, I’m lucky.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there grinding it out, holding it together, and getting it DONE.

It’s messy. It’s thankless. And some days it feels like you’re invisible.

But you’re not. We see you — and you’re killin’ it.

So THANK YOU — from your kids, your future grandkids, and from the universe itself.