Sis. I didn’t realize how far gone I was until I finally got a break. Then Beyoncé took it from there…
If you’ve ever hit that wall in motherhood… where you’re tired, numb, and just not yourself, same. I was deep in it. And then last week? Beyoncé pulled me out. Thanks girl!
This isn’t just a post about Cowboy Carter (though yes, floor seats were involved). This is about coming back to you. Feeling good in your body again. Reconnecting with your person. And finally feeling like yourself. Not just a mama running on fumes.
This Was My First Beyoncé Floor Seat — And Baby, It Delivered!
I needed a damn break!
You walk through the gates and the electric excitement vibrating off everyone hits you immediately! I was geeked up! There were Exclusive Tour Experiences everywhere. We got the Cowboy Carter wristband on arrival, I picked up a Cecred keychain + 20% discount (side note: I may or may not have been a hair model to test the products before launch... and y’all, the way my hair fresh out of braids felt, like butter baby!).
We tried a mixed drink with a shot of Sir Davis in it (and yes, it did exactly what it needed to do). Then we posed in front of the big Beyoncé photo like it was prom night for hot, grown people.
Walking to the floor? A whole other experience. Another wristband. A walk down the ramp. Then boom, the full arena hits you. The screen was massive, American flag blazin’, numbers on each screen (TV producer brain kicked in, those numbers tell techs which screen is glitching).
When we found our seats, I could’ve cried. Not just because it was Beyoncé. But because it was me again. No kids tugging at me. No baby on the boob. No background noise. Just me and my man. And Beyoncé.
And Then the Lights Went Down…
The first song she sang was “Ameriican Requiem,” just like on the album. The second she stepped out the entire stadium was on their feet. I had the biggest smile on my face. Couldn’t help it. I’m a Day 1 Beyoncé fan, Destiny’s Child-era, H-town born and raised like the queen herself… so when I say I was invested? I mean it with my whole chest. I haven’t missed a concert since then!
And I’ll be honest… seeing the American flag wrapped into her visuals hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. America hasn’t always loved us back. And for a long time, I’ve associated that flag with pain, division, and resistance. But watching Beyoncé reclaim it, rock it with pride, with power, with presence, it felt like a healing moment. Like she was saying:
This is our America too. And we get to be proud of it. Loudly.
Then she took it to another level — riding in the air around the stadium in this massive horseshoe and car so everyone in the house could get their moment close to her. It wasn’t just a performance, it was personal. You could feel her intention in everything.
And then came the kids. Blue and Rumi on stage? Whew. I caught my breath.
For a second, I thought about my own kids — and then I just stared at Blue. She’s gotten so good. You can tell she’s been working, growing, leveling up. Last tour she was learning. This time?
Blue came to perform. And watching her shine next to her mom like that? It was emotional. It felt like we were watching generational greatness unfold right in front of us.
The whole crowd was friendly — warm, open, buzzing. This was actually my first Beyoncé floor seat ever. The only other floor seat I’ve had in my life was for Bruno Mars, before kids, and that was another dance-your-heart-out kind of night. But this? This was a full-circle moment. I stood the whole time, singing, dancing, laughing. My husband right by my side ready to swat with me when I pulled him close. We were in it.
A good time was absolutely had.
Now Let Me Be Real With You
I wasn't okay before this concert.
I had a real emotional breakdown. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just sad. Numb. Stuck in my head. I missed my husband but didn’t know how to reach for him. I was touched out, burned out, and emotionally backed up. Hormones were crashing because I’d just stopped breastfeeding, and no one tells you that’s a whole new round of postpartum.
My mother-n-law came a few days early to watch the kids so we can go to the concert, and for the first time in forever, I got to feel. Because this time, when I had her help, I actually let go. I wasn’t worried about exclusively breastfeeding or doing every nap or feeding. I just went on a mental vacation and did things I needed to do — like organizing my closet. And weirdly, that closet reset? It helped my brain reset too.
The Mini Workout That Lifted My Spirit First
The day before the concert, I took my son to his parent-child workout class. Normally it’s light… this time? We were both sweating. Running. Lifting tires. Climbing.
And when I tell you, I felt good. This was my first time experiencing working out actually being good for my soul. It was a preliminary spirit lifter. Like my body and my emotions were finally syncing up. Now I see why people be saying that. I didn’t before, but now? I get it.
I was proud of my son for pushing through and showing up in a way he hadn’t before. I was happy I was there to motivate and encourage him through it. Plus, we did it together. It was joy. Simple joy. And I didn’t realize how long I’d gone without that.
And Then Came the Concert. The Cherry on Top.
That workout cracked something open. Beyoncé sealed it.
Seeing Blue on stage felt like watching legacy in motion. I saw my kids in her. I saw myself in Beyoncé. And I saw a full-circle moment that reminded me I still get to bloom, and so do they.
Me, My Man, and the Night We Got Us Back
A night away. Just us.
The concert. The drinks. The dancing. The floor seats. The freedom. It was a reset. It made me remember why I loved him. It made me remember I still exist outside of the diaper bag and tantrum patrol.
“It wasn’t the floor seats. It was the freedom.
It wasn’t just Beyoncé. It was remembering I still matter.”
Husband and I before Beyoncé gave me life at Met Life Stadium.. (I just love looking in his eyes)
✅ Late Blooming Mama Club™ Takeaway:
A night away can heal more than you think
Post-weaning sadness is real (yes, it’s hormonal)
Working out might actually be therapy
You don’t have to be “on” 24/7
Reconnecting with your partner doesn’t need a big reason — just space
Organizing your closet might be more spiritual than you think
Watching a legend live might cure your mom funk
💬 💬Let’s Talk About It 💬💬
What do you do when you feel disconnected from yourself? Have you ever seen Beyoncé live? What was your experience like? Have you ever felt yourself slowly returning after a long mental low? What helped?
Drop your thoughts in the comments — I want to hear from you.
Thank you for sharing. You made me feel your every emotion. I felt like i was you in every sentence that i read. So very glad that you are feeling better and that you enjoyed yourself
Yaay. You deserved to have a night out. Kid free! Too many ppl in this world don’t recognize the hard job a stay at home mom has.
You need to write about that.
Thank you for sharing. You made me feel your every emotion. I felt like i was you in every sentence that i read. So very glad that you are feeling better and that you enjoyed yourself