Just Rita ⭐️
The room was full of people who were there for one reason.
Her.
Not because she was hosting.
Not because she planned the menu.
Not because she organized the guest list.
Just… her.
The room was full of people who were there for one reason.
Her.
Not because she was hosting.
Not because she planned the menu.
Not because she organized the guest list.
Just… her.
Someday, if we’re lucky, we realize the traditions we grew up with aren’t ours to keep — they’re ours to carry forward.
Everything felt fast and slightly disorienting — like things were happening around me more than with me.
I felt this urgent need for everyone in that room to be quiet so I could listen for my baby.
Big Brother got a car for Christmas, and suddenly time felt slippery. Pride, disbelief, and a quiet ache all showed up at once—because some milestones feel like celebration, and others feel like letting go.
Before there was Eli’s story, there was Aiden’s – & before I learned what being a mom means, I learned how to be one.💛
So, to keep sharing Eli’s journey, I need to tell you about the mom I was before him—and the little boy who made me one. 💫
What looked like a sweet baby photo on Instagram was really the start of a story I didn’t yet understand. Behind that grainy picture was a tired mama, a quiet whisper of worry, and the first glimpse of the road we were already on — one that would change everything.
The Nickel Jar isn’t a how-to guide or a picture-perfect mom blog — it’s a space born from the messy, beautiful chaos of motherhood, advocacy, and real life. Each story here is a “nickel” in our jar — a moment that shaped us, taught us, or made us laugh when we needed it most. Pull up a chair and stay awhile.