Y’all, let me share something with you that moved me in a way I never expected—something that truly touched my spirit and reminded me why I do what I do.
I don’t even know this woman’s name, and honestly, I might never meet her in person. But her words, her story—they left a mark on my heart that I will carry forever. She reached out and told me about her child—either her daughter or son, I can’t remember exactly—but what I do remember is that her little one is 8 years old and has autism. A beautiful child who, according to the mother, barely speaks at all. She told me her baby is usually very quiet, almost nonverbal.
But then something happened that felt like pure magic.
After watching one of my videos—just me being my silly, joyful self—this sweet child suddenly repeated something I said. It wasn’t anything fancy or planned. It was just a playful moment where I said: “Excuse me, said the p-i-g.”
And that child? That precious baby who rarely speaks? Repeated it. Word for word.
“Excuse me, said the p-i-g.”
When I tell you my heart just swelled, I mean it. Can you imagine how that mama felt? Her baby, who almost never speaks, repeating something from a video? She was overjoyed. She said she couldn’t stop smiling, and honestly, I couldn’t either. Because for a parent of a child with autism, even the smallest progress—especially with speech—is a moment worth celebrating like it’s the biggest win in the world.
Now, I know some people might roll their eyes at that phrase. Some might say, “Why would you say that?” or think it’s silly or even ignorant. But let me tell you something: if that simple little phrase, “Excuse me, said the pig,” helped that child find their voice, even just for a second—it was more than worth it.
And let me be clear—I’m calling myself the pig in that video! I was just playing around, enjoying my food, being goofy, being me. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone or be offensive. I was just having fun. And yet, somehow, those exact words connected with a child who has a hard time expressing themselves. Somehow, in that moment, my joy and silliness broke through a wall and sparked something beautiful.
That’s the kind of moment that makes everything worth it. Every comment, every critique, every bit of energy I put into this—this is what keeps me going. To know that something I said, in the middle of a regular ol’ video, could reach into someone’s home and bring light, hope, and a small breakthrough—that’s priceless.
So next time y’all see me doing my thing—talking how I talk, saying what I say—just know, I’m not doing it for show. I’m doing it from the heart. I’m doing it to be real. And sometimes, just being real is exactly what someone needs to hear. Because you never know who’s listening. You never know how your words might touch someone in a way you never imagined.
And baby, when a child finds their voice for the first time—no matter how or why—that is a moment worth everything. That is love. That is purpose. That is God moving in ways we don’t always understand.
For real, for real.
