Hi, I’m Vikki Lynn.
Vikki to my friends and family. Vikki Lynn here because that’s what my mom always wanted me to be called.
I’m a woman in my late 50s, a mom, a grandmother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a reader, a crocheter, a coffee lover, and a woman who is still figuring a few things out.
I’ve been married and divorced. I’ve raised two daughters. I’ve become a grandmother. I’ve changed careers, learned new things, started over, and discovered that life rarely looks quite the way you thought it would.
And somehow, that’s okay.
A Little About Me
I’m the youngest of five kids, which probably explains more than I’d like to admit.
I grew up in a family where there was always somebody around, always a story being told, and usually somebody laughing.
My dad is still here at 93, and I feel incredibly blessed to have him. My mom passed away unexpectedly several years ago, and losing her changed me in ways I didn’t fully understand at the time.
There are things about her I miss every single day.
There are also little pieces of her that show up in me when I least expect them.
Including, apparently, the insistence that I be called Vikki Lynn.
So here I am.
I’m a Mom. And Now a Grandma.
Motherhood has been one of the biggest parts of my story.
My daughters are grown now, which is a strange thing to say when I still remember so many moments of them being little.
Now I’ve entered the grandmother chapter.
And let me just say…
I get it.
There is something completely different about being a grandma.
My granddaughter Sophia has my heart in a way I can’t quite explain without getting a little emotional.
I’m also discovering that grandmotherhood gives you a beautiful opportunity to watch your children become parents themselves.
It’s messy.
It’s wonderful.
It’s a little bittersweet.
And I wouldn’t trade it.
The Things I Love
Give me a good book and a quiet evening and I’m pretty happy.
Add a cup of coffee, a crochet project, and a cozy blanket and I’m even happier.
I love physical books. I love libraries and used bookstores. I love finding a book I wasn’t looking for and somehow leaving with three.
I crochet.
I read.
I listen to audiobooks while I work on projects.
I love fall, winter, cozy evenings, and pretty much anything that makes a house feel like home.
I also have two furry members of the household.
Percy is my twelve-year-old rescue Jack Russell mix, and Natasha Romanov is my daughter’s black cat and the unquestioned CEO of the house.
Percy believes that if I am in another room, I have abandoned him.
Natasha believes she owns the place.
She’s probably right.
Faith Is Part of My Story
My faith is important to me, but I don’t have a perfectly polished faith story.
I’ve questioned.
I’ve struggled.
I’ve learned.
I’ve prayed prayers that were full of confidence and prayers that were basically, “Lord, I have no idea what I’m doing here.”
I’ve learned that walking with God doesn’t mean I always understand what He’s doing.
It means I know who He is.
And that has made all the difference.
I’m a child of God, a citizen of Heaven, a princess of the Most High King, and a joint heir with Jesus.
I don’t say those things because I’ve got everything figured out.
I say them because they remind me who I belong to.
If you’re interested in the faith side of my story, you can wander over to Faith to read about what I’m learning, wrestling with, and discovering in everyday life.
And Then There’s Me
I’m a little sarcastic.
I can be sentimental.
I overthink things.
I have opinions. Sometimes I have a lot of opinions.
I can be incredibly organized about one thing and completely chaotic about another.
I love making plans, and then life occasionally reminds me who’s actually in charge.
I’m learning to laugh at myself more.
I’m learning that I don’t have to have everything figured out before I take the next step.
And I’m learning to appreciate the woman I’ve become instead of constantly thinking about the woman I thought I was supposed to be.
Maybe that’s one of the gifts of getting older.
You finally start becoming comfortable being yourself.
If you’re in your own middle-of-life season, you might also enjoy Life After 50, where I share the realities, questions, changes, and little joys that come with this stage of life.
Thanks for Being Here
You don’t have to know me very well to know that I love a good conversation.
So that’s what I hope this space becomes.
Not a place where I tell you how to live.
Not a place where I pretend I’ve mastered faith, motherhood, family, aging, or anything else.
Just a place where I can share some of what I’ve learned, some of what I’m still learning, and a few of the things that make me laugh along the way.
I’m really glad you’re here.
Pull up a chair.
Let’s get to know each other.