Letting Go: A Mother’s Surrender

It was all planned. Strategized. Heart-filled work poured into the launch of Outlaw Woman. The idea was simple: I’d turn 40, and the very next day this new chapter—this new decade—would begin with something personal, vulnerable, and deeply mine.

I had big plans for a new decade. Little did I know, I would learn the greatest lesson of my life: surrender.

Because God had other plans.

The morning after my 40th birthday, my daughter had her first seizure. My world flipped upside down. As a Type A planner—the one who organizes, controls, and strategizes so things like this don’t happen—I suddenly realized none of that mattered. God stripped me of my illusion of control in a single moment.

Nothing else mattered but her.

Since that day, everything feels different. I’ll share more of our journey as time goes on, but for now, I write. Writing is how I release the anxiety, the fear—and how I hand it back to the Lord. In return, I’ve felt a peace unlike anything I’ve ever known. A certainty that we will be okay. That she will be okay.

Still, epilepsy is foreign territory. Watching your child seize is one of the most heartbreaking experiences a mother can endure. At first, I begged God to give me the seizures instead, to carry her pain. The heartache and the challenges felt unbearable.

And then, God reminded me: this is not mine to control.

A dear friend told me, “God has already woven our paths, including Mia’s.” That truth cracked something open in me. My role is not to script her story—it’s to support her God-given journey with unwavering love.

So here I am. A mother of four, undone yet anchored. Learning overnight what I spent years resisting: surrender. My carefully planned launch of Outlaw Woman has been reshaped into something far more real. It’s no longer just a project or brand—it’s my life. My family. My faith.

And maybe, if you’re a mother walking through fear or heartbreak right now, this will reach you. Because God does have our backs. We plan, we hustle, we white-knuckle control—but in the end, it’s His path. Not ours.

Outlaw Woman was meant to launch on August 8. Instead, on the morning of August 8—just one day after my 40th birthday—my daughter had her first seizure. That day became the true beginning: not of a brand, but of surrender.