05/25/2026
This Facebook memory popped up today from 14 years ago. Back then, I had been invited to speak to a Lakeland High School child development class about safe sleep and infant safety. Holly was classmates with many of the students in that room, and we shared Mason’s story in hopes that it might make a difference someday.
A few weeks ago, I was at a dental appointment chatting with my hygienist, who is pregnant with her second baby. She knows the work I do with Safe Start, so we were talking about safe sleep and car seat safety. I mentioned that Holly is my daughter, and she got quiet for a moment before saying, “Oh… that means you’re Mason’s mom too.”
She told me she had been in that high school class 14 years ago.
Then she said something I will never forget:
“I’ve never forgotten Mason’s story. Because of that presentation, I’ve always followed safe sleep diligently with my babies.”
I had never mentioned Mason to her before. Yet she remembered him all these years later.
What really struck me is that this conversation happened on April 9th, just days before the anniversary of Mason’s death. Seeing this memory pop up today feels especially meaningful. Honestly, it felt like a message from Mason when I needed it most — a reminder to keep going, to keep teaching, and to trust that his light is still reaching people, even years later.
So often, we share our stories and teach families without ever knowing where those messages end up. We hope parents remember. We hope babies are safer because of it. But most of the time, we never get to see the ripple effect.
Then every once in a while, we get a glimpse.
What struck me most about this conversation was realizing that the students sitting in that classroom 14 years ago are now parents themselves. The babies we were trying to protect back then have grown up, and now they are protecting their own children. In a way, Mason’s story is helping save a second generation of babies.
That is incredibly humbling to think about.
Sometimes we wonder if the hard conversations matter. Then moments like this remind me that Mason’s light is still shining in ways I may never fully see.
Mason’s life still matters. His story still saves lives. 💛