As a mother, there was really only one thing you could ever truly wish for your children—their happiness and success.
For Krista, this wasn't just a warm sentiment.
It was a conviction forged through hardship. She hadn't been born into wealth or privilege.
She climbed her way up, one step at a time, through struggle, sacrifice, and relentless perseverance.
It was because of that journey that she understood better than most the weight the world could place on a person.
And it was precisely because of that understanding that she had sworn, long ago, that her children would never carry the same burdens she had.
If she could lighten their path, even a little, then she would.
That was why she spent so many years carefully nurturing their talents, guiding them with discipline, structure, and—admittedly—lessons that, to a child's mind, might have felt irritating, overly strict, or entirely unnecessary.
She could admit that now.
Her methods hadn't always been gentle.
