Why I’m Trading Carnations for Canyon Crawls This Mother’s Day
If you’re expecting to find me at a white-tablecloth brunch this Sunday sipping a lukewarm mimosa, you’ve got the wrong mom.
Don’t get me wrong—I love a good bouquet as much as the next person. But this year? I’m trading the carnations for canyon crawls. I’ve already told the family to skip the reservations. I’m grabbing the keys, meeting up with my best girlfriends, and heading exactly where the bars on my phone disappear.
Most days, my life is a series of "Mom, where are my shoes?" and back-to-back calendar alerts. But the second I hike myself up into the driver’s seat of my Bronco, the noise just… stops.
Motherhood is the Role, Off-roading is the Vibe
I get the side-eye sometimes. People ask, “Why the mud? Why the rocks? Why the $70k rig just to get dusty?”
It’s simple: Motherhood gave me my heart, but the trail keeps my soul from going numb.
In the suburbs, I’m the lady who organizes the carpool and remembers the nut-free snacks. But out here? I’m just a driver with a line to pick and a mountain to climb. That grit you develop when you’re raising a toddler? It’s the same energy you need when you’re aired down and staring at a steep 30-degree incline.
For this run, I finally got my BROADDICT TrailDeck dialed in. It’s hands-down the best "self-care" gift I’ve bought myself all year.
My TrailDeck, My Rules
When we finally hit the ridge at sunset, the TrailDeck was the real MVP. While everyone else was fumbling with stuff on the ground or balancing drinks on their laps, I just flipped the deck down.
It’s the little things: We had a full-on spread—hot espresso, actual snacks (not just leftover crusts from my kids' sandwiches), and a solid place to just lean.
The "Mom Office" upgrade: There’s something so satisfying about the "click" of a heavy-duty table. It’s rugged, it’s metal, and it doesn't complain. It’s my little slice of civilization in the middle of nowhere.
Sitting on that tailgate with my boots dangling off the edge, looking at the valley below… that’s the only Mother’s Day gift I actually need. No chores, no "to-do" lists—just the sound of the wind and the smell of pine.
The Real Talk
Here’s the thing: becoming a mom doesn't mean you have to retire the "wild" version of yourself.
We love our kids to death, but we’re allowed to love the version of us that gets a little bit dirty and takes the hard line. This Mother’s Day, I’m not staying in the kitchen. I’m chasing the horizon with my BROADDICT gear and a few of my favorite people.
To all the moms who aren’t afraid of a little dirt—Happy Mother’s Day. Keep being fierce. See you on the trail.
