Sistah Ceej’s People of 2025

As this year comes to a close today, it’s time to reflect on 2025 as a whole. What a freaking whirlwind. For me, it went from transitioning to a new job, quitting said new job, going on vacation to find out I’m pregnant, to trying to stay in shape/not lose my mind not working, house prepping, and having an actual baby. In retrospect, seems like this year really flew by but the mini event timelines within them were extended (aka first and third trimester). And now here we are, with a whole 2 month old baby, thriving (really actually just surviving-on coffee). But this post is more just to put in perspective how grateful I am for everything that happened this year. More than everything, is everyone that has blessed me with their love this year.

I am so blessed first and foremost for my family. I am uniquely an only child to my parents but with 5 half siblings who all feel like full siblings to the core (hoping it’s mutual hahaha). Even though I’m so far away location wise from my immediate family, they still always make me feel at home and included. My in laws have been a godsend, maintaining close proximity to us and always checking in on us as we embark on the parenthood journey. As a new mom going through the newborn trenches, it’s all I could ask for.

I’m thankful for my friends, from all the people who’ve checked in on me (old coworkers, highschool friends who I haven’t talked to in years but are moms, acquaintances excited about our new baby, my mom’s friends who know I’m starting my motherhood journey) to my OGs who text me on the regular to just ask how my day is going, you guys have no idea how much the little check ins mean to me (I’m welling up with tears right now- thanks postpartum hormones).

I’m thankful for my husband. Fatherhood deserves its own post, but I wanna make sure my hubby knows he’s loved and appreciated to the freaking MOON. I literally could not ask for a more supportive husband and Father to my baby so far in our parenthood journey. The transition to fatherhood is also a steep learning curve, and he’s made it look effortless. The physical and mental toll of the role has got to be absolutely insane. I literally would be in shambles, tears, honestly would probably be dead from not eating, hydrating or taking care of myself. I’m so so so grateful for all of his sacrifices and love he’s poured into me from the beginning. This year has shown a side of you as a Husband and Father that makes me love you THAT MUCH MORE.

I’m thankful for my baby boy. Thank you for choosing me to be your Mommy. Thank you for loving and laughing with me even when I delay your night feed a little because I can’t see through my swollen eyes from you eating every hour some nights or because I just wanna linger in bed with my eyes closed a liiiiiittttle bit longer (I still hear you baby dino). Thank you for reassuring me that you love me by the way you look up at me with those big bright eyes through those long perfect eyelashes. Thank you for never sharting on me when I change your diaper in the cramped backseat of the car and your butt is not even a foot away from my face. Thank you for making my life a whole lot brighter and meaningful.

Lastly, I’m thankful for the Mom community. Moms are Moms are Moms. Being one is such an honor, it’s grandiose, it’s monotonous, it’s eye bags everyday, it’s watching your relationships change, it’s watching your priorities change, it’s being a part of something bigger than just you. And while it is no doubt, one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done in my life, it’s also the most isolating experience I’ve ever had. I’m positive that most Mom’s can attest, there’s something about the uniqueness of every mom situation that just makes you feel alone (whether it’s regarding breastfeeding/bottlefeeding, sleeping schedule, your delivery story, or even the emotions you’re feeling) but nevertheless the Mom community is there. I saw an Instagram reel that I felt so deeply attached to when I was newly postpartum and it immediately brought me to tears the first time I watched it. The line that switched the flow of tears on was “Once I became a Mom, Moms were all I could see”. And goddamn did that resonate. Every single Mom goes through their situation like (excuse my French) a BADASS BITCH! From the woes of pregnancy, to a child flying out of your vajay or cut out of your abdomen (!!), to postpartum (hormones/emotions all while learning how to and having the responsibility of taking care of a baby who solely relies on you to live), to the rest of your child’s life (and it’s 24/7, unpaid, no PTO, no holidays, no sick time). So to go through all that yourself and knowing every other Mom out there has a story that you can somewhat relate to in that aspect, how the hell can you NOT look at another Mom and think, WTF is your Mom story?! Every Mom I know has been painted in a new light, and one that I do not at all take lightly. It gave me a new perspective and a *DOODOO ton of respect for every single Mom I know. Even from the get go of pregnancy, when I first made my pregnancy announcement, Moms were already supporting me, helping me with my registry, being encouraging about workouts, getting me excited for the future with my little one. Like I said, being a Mom is damn well isolating, but when you’re wrapped up in the arms of the Mom community, it’s all the comfort and support you’ll ever need.

Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who made 2025 a success. Happy New Year, stay safe and cheers to 2026! The year of the Mom LMAO jk that’s every year.

See you in 2026, Sistah Ceej loves you!!!