Violet Day will always be my New Year's Eve celebration

A Love Letter to the Girl Who Changed Everything

Nine years ago, I stood at the height of my hair career. I was booked, creative, and in my element. My hands were my livelihood. My artistry was finally being seen. For the first time, my dreams felt tangible. I had momentum—clients who trusted me, visions that stretched beyond the chair, and a future I was actively building strand by strand.

And then, everything shifted.

I found out I was pregnant on the edge of a new year. Suddenly, survival mattered more than dreams. Ambition took a backseat to responsibility. Passion paused—not because I stopped loving it, but because motherhood required something deeper than desire. It required sacrifice.

I became a single mother overnight—not in title, but in reality.

There were days I didn’t eat so my daughter could. Nights I stretched meals, prayed over my empty wallet, and trusted God to multiply what little we had. I worked multiple jobs—not to get ahead, but just to stay afloat. I learned how to calculate life in diapers and dollars. I carried exhaustion like a second skin. I kept going even when my body was running on faith alone.

And still—God provided.

Over and over again.

He sent angels in human form. Unexpected resources. Timely groceries. Bags of clothes when seasons changed. Diapers when I didn’t know how I’d afford them. Help arrived exactly when pride had been stripped away and surrender had taken its place. My faith didn’t just comfort me—it carried me. And it still does.

The Moment That Changed Everything

That version of me didn’t feel brave. She felt small in a very big world—holding a pregnancy test and wondering how she would protect a life when she was still learning how to protect her own heart. I didn’t yet know the words Soldier Mom, but the calling had already been written into my bones.

Every New Year’s Eve, while the world counts down and celebrates what’s ahead, I quietly honor what already arrived.

I call it Violet Day.

Because nine years ago, on the brink of a new year, she chose me.

Becoming Her Mother Meant Becoming Myself

Motherhood didn’t soften me—it forged me. It taught me how to rise without a safety net. How to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other. How to survive seasons that would’ve broken the woman I used to be. I’ve written before about generational trauma—about how pain echoes through bloodlines until someone decides to stop it. Becoming a mother made that truth undeniable. Healing was no longer optional. It was a responsibility.

I wasn’t healing just for me anymore. I was healing for her. Every wrong turn became wisdom. Every scar turned into strength. Every moment I thought I was failing was actually shaping the woman—and mother—I was becoming.

Violet Day Is My Sacred Pause

Violet Day isn’t loud. It isn’t performative. It isn’t wrapped in perfection. It’s sacred. It’s me sitting with the woman I was nine years ago and whispering, You survived. God sustained you. The God within you has more power than you ever knew. Look what you built.

It’s honoring the nights I cried in the dark so my daughter could sleep peacefully. The prayers whispered over her while pretending everything was fine. The moments where faith was the only thing keeping me upright. On Violet Day, I reflect on how love taught me endurance. How compassion became louder than fear. How forgiveness—especially toward myself—freed me in ways nothing else could.

A Legacy Rooted in Faith

Nine years in, I know this to be true: I am not raising my daughter to be small. I am raising her to be anchored. Anchored in faith. Anchored in truth. Anchored in the knowing that God provides—even when logic says otherwise. We are still here because He carried us. Because angels showed up. Because love multiplied what scarcity tried to steal.

So tonight, while the world cheers for midnight, I’ll be celebrating something holier.

The girl who made me a mother. The God who never let us go hungry. The faith that carried me then—and will carry me forever.

Happy Violet Day, my love. You didn’t just change my year. You changed my entire life.

A Violet Day Prayer

God, thank You for choosing me to be her mother—even when I doubted myself. Thank You for carrying us through seasons where faith was all we had. For the meals that appeared when my wallet was empty. For the clothes, the diapers, the hands that helped when I couldn’t do it alone. Thank You for the angels You sent—seen and unseen. For strength when my body was tired. For courage when fear tried to silence me. For provision that arrived right on time, again and again.

Bless my daughter. Cover her with wisdom, confidence, and peace. Guard her heart. Strengthen her voice. Let her always know she is deeply loved, divinely protected, and never alone. Heal what came before us. Break every cycle that no longer serves our lineage. Let our legacy be faith, resilience, compassion, and truth.

And God, continue to carry me—As a woman, As a mother, As a daughter of Yours. May I always remember that You are our source. Yesterday, today, and always.

Embracing the Journey of Healing

As I reflect on these nine years, I realize that healing is not a straight path. It’s a winding road filled with unexpected turns. Each twist and turn has brought me closer to understanding myself and my purpose. I’ve learned that vulnerability is strength. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. It’s okay to ask for help.

I’ve discovered that sharing my story is a powerful tool for healing. It connects me to others who have walked similar paths. It reminds me that I am not alone. Together, we can break the chains of generational trauma. Together, we can create a legacy of love and resilience.

The Power of Community

In this journey, I’ve found a community of women who uplift each other. We share our struggles and triumphs. We celebrate each other’s victories, no matter how small. This support has been a lifeline. It has shown me the importance of connection. We are stronger together.

I encourage you to seek out your community. Find those who resonate with your journey. Share your story. Listen to theirs. You’ll find that healing multiplies when we come together.

Looking Ahead with Hope

As I look toward the future, I am filled with hope. I know that the road ahead will have challenges, but I also know that I am equipped to face them. I have faith in myself and in the divine guidance that surrounds me.

I am committed to breaking unhealthy cycles. I am dedicated to fostering a legacy of healing for my daughter. I want her to know that she can rise above any challenge. She is capable of creating her own path, filled with love and light.

A Final Reflection

So, as I celebrate Violet Day, I also celebrate the journey. I honor the struggles and the victories. I embrace the woman I have become and the mother I strive to be.

Thank you for being part of this journey with me. Together, let’s continue to break free from the patterns that no longer serve us. Together, let’s build a brighter future for ourselves and the generations to come.

Own Your Light,

Soldier Mom