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Today I’m sharing my thoughts on how hard it can be to be a working mom.

No one really talks about how when you’re at work, your mind isn’t fully there. Part of you is still at home… thinking about your kids, your house, everything waiting on you.

Today was just one of those days. A rough one. The kind where little things start to build up, and before you know it, you feel overwhelmed. I wanted to cry about it, honestly… but I couldn’t. Because at the end of the day, I still have to come home and be a mom.

Lately I’ve been taking evening walks to clear my head. Sometimes the girls come with me, but most of the time it’s just me. And today, while I was walking, I started thinking about this… and I just know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

As moms, we don’t really get to fall apart over a bad day at work. We have to keep going. We walk in the door and shift right into being everything our kids need us to be. And that’s hard.

But in the middle of all that, I’m reminded that God gave me this life for a reason. He knew what I could handle, even on the days I feel like I can’t.

I also remember a quote I once heard, and I wish I knew who said it. It was something like… when you’re leaving work feeling frustrated or overwhelmed, leave it at the door. You can always pick it back up tomorrow.

And that stuck with me.

Because our kids deserve a present parent. Not one still carrying the weight of the day.

So today was hard… but I made it through 🤍

April 6th, 2026

Today I stepped out of my comfort zone and shared my website on Facebook. I am not even going to lie, it was such a scary feeling. But at the same time, it was a relief. I truly feel like I was led to create this space to share with others, and the amount of support I have gotten already has been amazing. So thank you, seriously.

I do not think I realized just how terrifying stepping out of your comfort zone can be. I mean, I am the type of person who orders the same thing every time we go out to eat. I get nervous, overthink it, and end up chickening out. But this time felt different. I felt God say, “Do it,” and honestly, who am I to go against that?

I just hope I am doing what He is calling me to do the right way.

Lately, I have noticed something about myself. I am a stressful mom. And I do not mean that lightly. I will stress myself out over everything. I overthink the smallest things and turn them into something bigger than they need to be. At the end of the day, I just want to be a good mom, like every mom does.

I can be loud too, and half the time I do not even realize it. But I do not want my girls growing up feeling stressed about the little things. I want them to be wild, carefree, and full of life. I always want to do what is best for them. And if I am being honest, I think some of my stress comes from not always having what was best for me growing up. Maybe that is part of it. Who knows.

Today I went to the hospital to visit my sweet friend who just had the most precious baby boy. I went with my girl Renee, yes her code name she picked out herself, and we had the best time. On the drive home, we got into one of those real conversations, the kind that makes you laugh and think at the same time.

We talked about how we grew up completely different, but somehow still ended up understanding each other. We talked about family members struggling with addiction, and it just reminded me that no matter where you come from, life can shift in an instant.

But in the middle of all that, we were laughing so hard our chests hurt.

And I realized how blessed I am to have someone I can be completely myself with, someone I can share the good, the bad, and the messy parts of life with and not feel judged. That is something younger me would have been terrified of. I used to be nervous just to tell a joke.

I have come a long way.

My Nana always told me to speak my mind and not apologize for it, and I have carried that with me. I want my girls to grow up the same way, confident, honest, and unafraid to be themselves, but also kind and respectful, because you never really know what someone else is going through.

This blog might sound all over the place, but this is what I feel called to do. I want to share life. All of it. The beautiful parts, the hard parts, and even the messy and uncomfortable parts.

And today reminded me of something important.

It is okay to laugh at the ugly side of things.

So if you are reading this and life feels heavy right now, find someone you can laugh with anyway.

And if you cannot, come sit with me and Renee.

I promise you will laugh.

April 7th 2026

This week has been a wild few days.

Monday, I felt heavy-hearted. While I was on my walk, I couldn’t shake this tug at my heart. I kept asking God, “How can I change the world? Why does He think my words matter?” But deep down, I felt led to start this blog.

Tuesday, I struggled to share it on Facebook. I fought it hard. I went back and forth in my mind, overthinking everything. But eventually, I felt Him say, “Do it.” So I did.

Now here I am, three days in.

Today, I had a whole plan for what I was going to write about. I was going to talk about how my husband, Bobby, and I have officially owned our home for a year. I was going to talk about breaking generational curses, and how we’ve worked so hard to give our girls a loving, stable home.

But God had something else in mind.

After work today, I came home, talked with Bobby, and we all headed out to my father-in-law’s to grab some mail. On the way, we talked a little about my blog, and I told him this is something I feel like I need to do.

We got the mail, talked for maybe five minutes, and then headed out.

As we were pulling out of the driveway, I happened to look out the window and saw a motorcycle in a ditch. And this wasn’t a small ditch. My first thought was, “That’s a strange place to park a bike.”

Then I saw it.

A hand lifted up.

My heart dropped.

I yelled for Bobby to stop the car, and before he even had it fully stopped, I was already out and running toward this man. I immediately told him not to move and called 911. Bobby flagged down a farmer who happened to be a first responder, and another couple stopped to help too.

What’s crazy is none of them had even seen him.

They all said the same thing: “We only saw you.”

And in that moment, in all the chaos, I found God.

I mean I really found Him.

As we left the scene, I broke down in tears and told Bobby, “God put me here because He knew. He knew I would see him. He knew I would run to help.”

I’m not saying I’m a hero. I’m saying God is.

He spoke so loudly in that moment. He showed me, “Cheyenne, you can make a difference.”

Because if I hadn’t seen that man… who would have? How long would he have been there?

He is so lucky to be alive. He’s walking away with a few broken ribs and possibly a concussion, but he’s alive.

And that means something.

This week has been so trying because I tried so hard to deny God at the beginning of it. I didn’t want to start this blog. I didn’t want to step out of my comfort zone. I’ve never been the kind of person to do something like this.

But here I am.

I’ve spent so much time blaming God for everything that has gone wrong in my life that I forgot to praise Him for everything that has gone right.

I’ve owned a home for a year.
I have two beautiful girls.
I have a wonderful husband.
I’m rebuilding a relationship with my mom.
My dad has been clean for over 8 years.
I have a stable job.

And still, I forget to give Him glory.

But not this week.

This week has been Him.

He has spoken to me. He has called me to do this. He opens doors even when we don’t want to walk through them.

And today… I found Him.

If you’re reading this, please know He is here. He is everywhere. Call on Him.

God loves you no matter what.

And I truly hope my words can help someone.

April 8th 2026

This morning I had one of those moments that made me feel like the worst mom in the world.

I told my oldest, Keagan, to go brush her teeth. She’s six, so I didn’t think I needed to hover over her. Well… for whatever reason, this child decided to climb on top of the toilet. I still don’t know why. But she slipped, fell, and when she came down, she hit the toilet paper holder with her cheek.

So now my child looks like she got punched in the face. Lord help me.

I immediately ran to her, and in the middle of all the tears, my youngest, Ridley, comes running out saying, “I didn’t do it!” If that doesn’t tell you how hectic things can be in the Edwards’ house, I don’t know what does.

I got Keagan an ice pack and went ahead and messaged her teacher to let her know what happened. But I couldn’t shake this overwhelming guilt. Like really Cheyenne… how awful do you have to be to let your kid get hurt?

I told her teacher how bad I felt, how upset I was that she got hurt like that. And she said something back to me that she probably didn’t realize would hit me so hard.

“You are a great mama. I know you don’t want to see them hurt. Just know you are doing a great job.”

And wow… that stuck with me.

Because the truth is, as moms, we don’t always see ourselves as doing a good job. We just show up. Every day. Tired, overwhelmed, stressed, sick… we still show up.

And sometimes it takes someone else to remind us that we are actually doing better than we think.

Kids are going to get hurt. It’s part of it. And of course we’re going to feel bad when they do. That’s what loving them looks like.

But we don’t hear it enough…

You’re doing a good job.

So I’ll leave you with this…

Give yourself some grace.

You are not a bad mom because your child got hurt. You are a good mom because you cared, you showed up, and you handled it.

Accidents happen. Kids are wild. And sometimes they’re going to climb things they have no business climbing.

But what matters is how you respond. And you responded with love.

So the next time that guilt creeps in, remind yourself… you’re doing better than you think you are.

And your babies? They don’t see your mistakes.

They just see their mama.

April 9th 2026

Today was a different kind of day. For some reason, it didn’t feel as chaotic as the rest of this week… or at least I thought.

And honestly, I don’t think I give enough credit to just how much I’m trying to keep up with. Because for the life of me, I cannot remember dance days. Every Tuesday. It’s not new. She’s been dancing since K3… but if it’s left up to mommy, there’s a good chance I’m going to forget it.

And let’s not leave Ridley out… I can’t even remember that poor child’s daycare bag half the time, especially her extra clothes.

I do so much without even thinking about it, but at the same time, there’s always something else that still needs to be done. Laundry piling up. Kids’ rooms needing to be cleaned. Appointments to make, and then actually getting everyone there. Cooking. Cleaning. Working.

And sometimes… I just forget things.

And even though Keagan never makes it a big deal (and Ridley could care less unless it involves Mary or her cow cow), I still feel guilty. Yes, I’m bringing up guilt again. Because the truth is, as moms, we are our own biggest critics. We will find any reason to tear ourselves down.

We forget just how important we actually are.

Forgetting a dance bag is one thing… but you know what I’ve never forgotten?

To love my kids with everything in me.

My girls don’t see the struggle it takes to keep up with everything. They don’t see the mental load. They don’t notice the laundry or the mess like I do. And honestly… my house might show it some days.

But we have our first baseball game tomorrow. A dance recital coming up. And one thing I know for sure?

I won’t forget to be there.

Because at the end of the day, we are so much more than the things we forget. We show up. We love hard. We do our best.

And our tiny humans? They don’t see our mistakes the way we do.

And for that… I’m so thankful.

So I’ll leave you with this—

You might forget the little things sometimes… but don’t ever forget how much you matter.

April 10th 2026

Lately, I’ve been in survival mode.

I didn’t really notice it at first, but I think other people have. I’ve been sad… more than I want to admit. My best friend has been gone doing combat deployment training, and it’s been way harder than I thought it would be. We talk every single day. She’s been a constant in my life since elementary school. We’re complete opposites, but somehow that’s exactly why we work so well.

And now she’s just… not here.

On top of that, I’ve been struggling as a mom. Some mornings, I just want to stay in bed a little longer, and then I feel selfish for even thinking that. I sit here telling other moms to give themselves grace, but I don’t take my own advice.

I’m way harder on myself than I should be.

Little things have been getting to me too. Feeling like I’m not liked in certain situations… like I’m the least favorite. And that one really sticks with me. I think because I try so hard to make everyone happy that when I feel like I’m not enough, it hits deeper than it should.

Lately, I’ve noticed I’ve been speaking a little too loudly, saying things the wrong way, and then replaying it in my head thinking, “Why did I say that?” I swear, I am my own biggest bully sometimes.

And honestly… I probably always will be a little bit.

But I’m also learning something.

Not everyone is going to like me.

And that’s okay.

I’m sure there are people who will make fun of this blog. I already know Missy probably will (she gets a pass). But you know what? God didn’t make me to fit into a tiny box. He made me to be exactly who I am.

I’m not perfect. I’m loud. I talk too much. I can be annoying when I care about you.

But I’m me.

And the more I try to fit into what everyone else expects, the more I lose myself.

As moms, we put so much pressure on ourselves. Society tells us we need to be perfect—perfect moms, perfect wives, perfect homes. And we try so hard to keep up that it wears us down.

But God never said your house had to be spotless or your laundry always done.

He said to love your neighbor.

That’s what I’ve been trying to focus on.

Because the truth is, we’re so quick to judge other moms for how they raise their kids, when none of us are perfect. Not one.

So I took a few days off from posting. And going forward, I’m not going to post every single day. I want what I write to actually mean something. I want it to reach someone who needs it.

Because life isn’t meant to be lived worrying about what everyone thinks of you.

It’s meant to be lived loving God and raising your babies.

I’m learning the hard way that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.

But I’m also learning that God will lead me to the right people. And the friends I do have? They’re pretty amazing. I’m thankful for every single one of them.

So I’ll leave you with this—

Why do we try so hard to impress people who were never going to fully accept us anyway?

It’s okay to be yourself.

That’s exactly who God created you to be.

(And I still can’t wait for Missy to find out about this blog… Lord help me.)

April 12th 2026