When Someone Else’s Win Feels Like Your Own

Some moments leave you smiling for hours—heart full, spirit light. Yesterday was one of those moments.

My partner has been encouraging me to get back to blogging, saying I have a gift for storytelling. Maybe he’s right, because if ever there was a story worth sharing, it’s this one.

Lately, I’ve noticed something beautiful—young ladies and gentlemen speaking to me from a place of motherhood. Some even call me Mom. It’s a title I’m slowly embracing, because I feel that, by the grace of God, I might be mentoring them or guiding them in the right direction. It’s such a humbling experience. Mom it is.

There’s one young man in particular—someone I’m connected to through leadership. Over time, I’ve come to deeply admire his commitment to God, his hunger for spiritual growth, and the way he quietly lives out his faith.

Yesterday, he called and invited me to walk with him through an incredibly personal milestone in his life. My heart almost burst. First, from the honor of him seeing me and choosing me for this journey. And second, from the pride that welled up inside—so big it made my “nose swell.”

I looked at him and thought, Son, you make me happy. You make me proud. This must be what parents feel when they watch their children thrive.

Sometimes, the sweetest joy comes not from our own victories, but from walking alongside someone else as they step into theirs. Yesterday, I got to taste that joy. And it was beautiful.

Maybe… this is the return of the blogger. ✍🏽

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