Born Fiesty

Born Feisty, Born Free: My Daughter’s Fire

From the moment my daughter took her first breath, I knew she was something special. She didn’t just enter this world — she made her presence known. She came in with a cry so strong, so full of life, that it felt like the universe itself stopped to listen.

She was born feisty. And oh, what a beautiful gift that has been.

As a baby, she had this spark — that fierce little will that said, “I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to fight for it.” As she grew, that spark turned into a fire. She’s the child who speaks her mind, who questions the world, who doesn’t just follow — she leads.

There have been days when her independence tested my patience, when I wished she would just listen, just for a moment. But deep down, I’ve always known that this strength, this boldness, will take her far. That fire in her soul? It’s what will keep her standing tall when life tries to knock her down.

I look at her now and see a young woman who knows her worth. She’s strong, smart, and unafraid to carve her own path. And while the world may not always be ready for her fire, I pray she never dims her light to make others comfortable.

She was born to stand out. She was born to lead. She was born to be exactly who she is — bold, brave, and beautifully feisty.

And as her mom, I couldn’t be prouder to witness the magic of my fiercely independent daughter living life on her own terms.