11/15/2025
A few years ago, I started a new holiday tradition I now call Momsgiving. It’s a day I celebrate with my sons before Thanksgiving. No rush. No split schedules. No “whose house this year?” No tug-of-war. Just us… nourished, grounded, laughing, and loving without interruption.
And it has become one of my favorite days of the year.
Because Momsgiving lets my sons know they are loved on both fronts, not pulled between them. It gets all the cooking, shopping, and prep done early (amen!). And it gives me, as a co-parent, the freedom to choose what my actual Thanksgiving looks like. I can Netflix and chill, accept an invitation, or spend the day pouring into myself.
But under the surface, something deeper is happening.
Momsgiving is a reclamation.
A reclamation of peace.
A reclamation of choice.
A reclamation of family, after family changes shape.
As someone who has exited a marriage and later a 12-year relationship, with the incredible blessing of being mom to two phenomenal young men, I know the emotional terrain: the hurt, the embarrassment, the “this wasn’t in the plan,” the internal negotiations about what co-parenting should look like.
I also know, we can build whole families without forcing old structures to stay intact.
We can honor love without staying in what breaks us.
We can choose grace over guilt.
We can stay the course even after separation.
Momsgiving is my reminder to myself and to every woman navigating money, marriage, motherhood, and momentum that:
💫 You are allowed to design a life that nourishes you.
💫 You are allowed to rewrite traditions.
💫 You are allowed to choose the “both/and” instead of the “either/or.”
💫 You are allowed to find wholeness after loss.
💫 You are allowed to celebrate what remains while releasing what no longer fits.
🥂 here’s to Momsgiving.
Here’s to mothers choosing ease.
Here’s to children who never have to feel divided.
And here’s to traditions rooted in healing, not habit.