It's Prime Time

My Prime: Is This It?

The other day, my kids asked to see some old pictures from high school, laughing at the memories of those awkward, yet formative years. Oh, high school. It feels like a lifetime ago, and yet, when I look at those photos, it’s hard not to think: was that my prime?

In those years, I was full of dreams, insecurities, and uncertainty.

The days were a blur of navigating friendships, crushes, and the occasional drama (I mean, can you even have a high school experience without some drama?). I’d spend hours thinking about the what ifs and imagining what life would be like when I was older, when I finally figured it all out.

Then came college.

The classic rite of passage, right? In movies, it's all parties, freedom, and the quest for self-discovery. But my college experience? Not quite the rom-com version. Sure, there were friendships made and memories created, but also a lot of lessons learned the hard way. Some classes were ditched (guilty), and there were moments of uncertainty about who I was and where I was going. It was in that season that as well as navigating college, I was navigating pregnancy, of young motherhood. Those years were important in shaping the person I was becoming.

Fast forward to now—29 years old, a wife, and a mom—and I find myself reflecting on this question: Is this my prime?

It feels a little cliché to say it, but I truly believe that I’m in my prime right now.

It’s not the youthful prime that society often glorifies in our twenties. No, this is something different. This is the prime of motherhood. The prime of wifehood. The prime of learning to love myself more deeply and fully than I ever have before.

I finally feel like I’ve found a sense of peace.

For years, I chased after different versions of myself—always comparing my journey to someone else’s, always feeling like I was “missing” something. But now, at 29, I feel like I’ve arrived at a place where I can breathe, where I can look in the mirror and genuinely like who I see. It’s not about perfection—it’s about acceptance, growth, and embracing all the experiences that have shaped me into who I am today.

I’m learning every single day. Learning in the chaos of motherhood, in the quiet moments with my husband, and even in the uncomfortable moments when I’m forced to face my imperfections.

I’m growing in ways I never expected, and it’s beautiful.

Maybe it's the years of wisdom that come with age. Or maybe it's simply the gift of time and experience. But I’ve come to realize that my prime isn’t a single moment frozen in time.

It’s a journey. And this stage of my life—this messy, beautiful, challenging, and fulfilling chapter—is the one that feels the most “me.”

So, no, I’m not in the prime of youth.

But I am in the prime of knowing myself.

Of loving my role as a mom and wife.

Of feeling comfortable in my skin, even when it’s still a little bumpy and a lot imperfect.

This is my prime. And I’m here for it.

For all the lessons, the mess, and the love that comes with this season of life—thank you for being part of it. I’m learning, I’m growing, and I’m loving every minute of it.

XX, Kelleen