Through Their Eyes

A little over a week ago, I took my three daughters to see Beyoncé’s Cowboy Carter tour in DC.

It was their first time seeing her live, and what an experience.

We booked a suite and brought along friends and family: 15 women gathered to witness what can only be described as a moment.

Whether you're in the Hive or not, one thing’s clear: Beyoncé is an incredible performer. But honestly? The concert itself was kind of a blur for me.

I spent half the time watching the stage... and the other half watching my girls.

They were lit up—eyes wide with awe, excitement, inspiration. But they weren’t just watching her sing. They were watching how she moved through the moment. How she brought Blue Ivy and Rumi on stage. How she acknowledged people in the crowd. How she embraced joy and presence without apology.

They were watching her be.

Parenting, to me, has always felt like a journey through stages. Some demand more of you, others less. Some drain you, some fill you back up. Each stage has its own hard, but each one is worth it.

I've tried to view life through my daughters’ lens as much as possible. They're constantly experiencing things for the first time. Watching them experience the world reminds me what it felt like to go to my first concert (Whitney Houston, with Kenny G as the opener), get ready for my first day of middle school, or land my first real job.

It keeps me from becoming jaded. Their eyes are still fresh—and that inspires me.

So, how was the concert? Incredible. I may or may not have looked up ticket prices for the Atlanta shows.

But experiencing it with my daughters? That was the real moment. A core memory I’ll carry forever—and maybe, more importantly, one they will too.