Motherhood in 2025: The Hope, The Fear, The Reality
No. 80 - Why motherhood right now is both heavier and more hopeful than ever
I’ve been thinking a lot about my blog name recently, and about what modern motherhood really looks like in America in 2025.
Most weeks I sit down to write with the goal of bringing another mom like me a little joy, a spark of hope, or at least some consolation that we’re all in this together. But I also want this space to reflect reality, but reality isn’t always neat or easy to carry.
This week, reality looked like dropping my kids off for their first day of school, their smiling faces lit up with excitement to see their friends again, only to come home and read the news about another mass school shooting.
Modern motherhood looks like standing in the school drop-off line with a worry tucked away in the back of your mind every single day: what if today is the day tragedy strikes our school? What if that hug and kiss at drop-off is the last one? We’re sending our kids into classrooms that are supposed to be safe, where they’re supposed to be free to learn, play, and simply be kids, and yet there’s always that shadow of fear.
I didn’t choose to live a life in fear. None of us did. But I’ve seen the statistics, and I’ve watched years of “thoughts and prayers” go by without meaningful change.
Modern motherhood means worrying about diseases we thought were long gone, or that our children aren’t old enough to be vaccinated for yet. Measles, once eradicated, is back in classrooms because some parents trust the word of social media influencers over trained doctors and science. We’re left hoping our own kids don’t pay the price.
It’s teaching our children to love Jesus, not just in words but in action. To show them that loving Jesus means caring for your neighbors, welcoming everyone as image-bearers of God, and choosing to build bigger tables when the world is telling them to build higher walls.
It’s the tension of working moms everywhere: not being able to afford to quit your job because the cost of living is so high, while also barely being able to afford the childcare it takes to keep that job. It feels like running on a treadmill you can’t get off, just trying to keep your family afloat.
But here’s one thing that gives me hope: being mothers in 2025 means we have platforms and voices that reach farther than ever before. Social media, blogs, newsletters—these tools allow us to speak up, to connect, to push back against the fear and the noise in ways no other generation of moms has been able to.
I plan to use my platform to continue sharing my honest experiences as a mom in this generation, both the good and the hard. And I hope you’ll do the same, in whatever way that looks like for you.
Believe it or not, your voice matters. You have the ability to influence others. And maybe, if we speak up together, we can help shape a world that is a little better, a little safer, and a little more hopeful for our children.
🍅 This pasta recipe is simple, but to die for. It’s a great one if you’re especially not ready to give up on summer produce just yet.
📖 I just finished reading this book and I LOVED it. It’s a murder mystery set in the backdrop of the tradwife influence scene, and I devoured it in about two days.
👜 This is the tote that beats all totes. It fits EVERYTHING, and has a zipper! Trust me, you’ll find yourself using this bag more than you thought.
Happy Friday, Friends! I hope you all have a great weekend!
I have yet to fully process this shooting. We drop off kids and hope they’re safe while we grind in a system not built for families in mind. You’re right, this is motherhood 2025. Keep writing girl! I will too!
This shooting is just so crushing, and I’m grateful for your honesty in helping us all process the heaviness. As we walked into our son’s pre-K open house Tuesday night, I found myself actually feeling relieved that his new school’s security system screens all visitors. And then, I was immediately sad that this is where we are as a society. Your words about having platforms to speak up really moved me—we have this responsibility to use that reach thoughtfully, especially when processing trauma that affects all our children.