09/09/2026
Some rodeo weekends just stick with you. 🤎
This was our first weekend staying in the living quarters in almost three years. The kids had an absolute blast. We ate homemade sausage biscuits outside, watched the sun come up, and woke up with bucking horses turned out all around us. It was one of those mornings I wish I could bottle up.
I’ve had KC for three years, but this was only our 11th run together. There have been a lot of setbacks getting here, and if I’m being truthful, I’ve carried a lot of guilt wondering if continuing to rodeo meant I wasn’t putting my kids first.
Then I watched the video of my run.
I hadn’t noticed it while I was running, but there were my babies—standing together against the arena fence watching their mama. 🥹 And something about seeing them there hit me.
They love this life too.
They’re not just watching me rodeo. They’re watching our family show up for each other. They’re watching me struggle, work hard, get back up and keep working at something I love. And I’m getting to watch them do the same with the things they love.
Maybe supporting our kids doesn’t mean we have to stop doing the things we love. Maybe there’s something good in letting them see us work hard for something too.
I’ve carried so much anxiety wondering if rodeo was taking something away from my kids, and this weekend I felt like God was showing me something different. They’re right here beside me, loving it too. We’re doing this together, supporting each other and making memories as a family along the way. And maybe that’s exactly where we’re supposed to be. 🤎