There are blogs I write because they are timely. There are blogs I write because they are useful. And then there are blogs like this one, that I write because I simply have to.

This Mother’s Day, I am not writing about music in general. I am writing about one woman. My mom. The one who is still here, still strong, still the person I reach for when life gets loud. She has been widowed, she has carried things no one should have to carry alone, and she has done it with a grace that I am still learning from. This blog is for her.

And it turns out, so is a lot of my music.

What Songs Did I Write for My Mom?

When I started looking back across everything I have released this year and last, I realized that my mom shows up in more songs than I ever consciously planned. She is woven into albums about love, about home, about the holidays, about where I come from. She is in the DNA of this whole music project whether her name is in the credits or not.

But there are five songs that belong specifically to her. Five songs that I wrote directly from the experience of being her daughter, loving her, watching her, and being shaped by everything she is.

You Showed Up from Soundtrack of Your Life was one of the first songs I released this year, and in many ways it set the tone for everything that followed. It is about the people who do not just say they love you but prove it by being there. My mom is the original person in my life who showed up. Not just for the big moments, but for the ordinary ones, the hard ones, the ones that no one else would have noticed. This song is a thank you that words alone could never finish.

Still Loved from Through It All carries a different kind of weight. My mom has been widowed, and watching someone you love navigate the loss of a partner is one of the most humbling things a daughter can witness. She did not stop loving my dad when she lost him. She carried that love forward and built a life inside it. Still Loved is about exactly that. About love that does not end when circumstances change. About the kind of devotion that proves itself over decades, not just in the good years but in the years that ask everything of you.

Home from the Unbreakable Sky album is perhaps the most personal of all of them. Because home, for me, has always had my mom’s fingerprints on it. Not just the physical place, though that too. But the feeling of being somewhere safe. The feeling of being known. The feeling of walking into a room and being exactly the right person to be there. My mom created that feeling and I have been chasing it in every home I have tried to build since.

Where I’m From from my Thanksgiving album is about roots. About the people and places and traditions that made you who you are before you had any say in the matter. My mom is the biggest part of where I am from. Her faith, her strength, her way of loving people quietly and completely, all of that is in me. This song is my attempt to honor that lineage honestly, to say I know what I was given and I do not take it for granted.

And then there is Christmas at Mom’s from My Kind of Christmas, which might be the most joyful thing I have ever written. Because Christmas at my mom’s is its own kind of magic. The traditions she has kept alive, the way she makes a room feel like the best version of the season, the table she sets whether there are two people around it or twenty. That song exists because some things deserve to be sung about, and her Christmases are one of those things.

What My Mom Taught Me About Music

She may not know this, but my mom is one of the reasons I finally said yes to music in 2026.

Not because she pushed me. She is not that kind of mom. She is the kind who lets you find your own way and then tells you she knew you would get there. But watching her carry loss with strength and still show up for every person she loves with a full heart, that taught me something about not wasting the things you have been given.

I had songs in journals for years. I had melodies in voice memos that no one had ever heard. And somewhere in watching my mom live her life with that kind of quiet courage, I stopped having good reasons to keep them to myself.

Happy Mother’s Day

Mom, if you are reading this, I want you to know that five songs are not enough. I could write an entire catalog and still not fully say what you mean to me. But I will keep trying. That is what songwriters do.

Thank you for showing up. Thank you for staying strong. Thank you for being home.

I love you more than any song I have ever written. And that is saying something.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, and to every mother who is loved more deeply than words can hold.