All that really needs to be said about Rihanna’s Super Bowl halftime show is my 7-year-old daughter has watched it three times and counting.

Rihanna was a vision in red on that stage with the dancers surrounding her in white. The beloved singer, actress and businesswoman sounded amazing singing live, occasionally reaching down amidst her badass dance moves to gently cradle what was later confirmed to be baby bump number two for RiRi.

The Internet erupted immediately with an outpouring of support for Rihanna, her performance and her pregnancy. The way Rihanna embodied pregnancy and motherhood while commanding the world’s eye was moving for many women and mothers to see, especially.

Rihanna is amazing, and also she’s pregnant and proud. She’s not just amazing while not being pregnant. And although pregnancy is amazing in and of itself, here was Rihanna being the same Bad Girl RiRi we know and love, fully owning her pregnancy and not being defined by it.

Rihanna’s baby bump reveal is the pregnancy announcement energy we need moving forward.

Of course, we are not about to all get up on the Super Bowl stage. We can’t all have pipes like Rihanna. I sure don’t. Just ask my kids about our family karaoke nights at the house. But we have fun, damnit.

There are already so many expectations on us as parents. We don’t need to make our lives more complicated.

But performing is undoubtedly at the core of who Rihanna is. Look at how she glowed up there. And it wasn’t just the pregnancy.

What’s important for all of us to takeaway is how she was finding joy in being her authentic self, pregnancy and all.

I love that the public at large had no idea Rihanna was pregnant until she got up there on the worldwide stage.

The show left me in awe at the sheer talent and searing feminine prowess, but also reflecting on my own pregnancy announcements.

My pregnancy announcement with my son back in 2011 came in the form of an imageless Facebook post made in the third person. I wish I was joking.

By the time I announced my pregnancy with my daughter in 2015, I evolved to make a Facebook post of my son wearing a “big brother-saurus” dinosaur T-shirt.

Now the pregnancy announcements are often other level. Elaborate, edited videos of reveals to families. Actual buns in the oven. Whole families in custom outfits. You can’t tell me there weren’t some serious candy bribes made to get those photos. Have you seen those “pull here, push there” ones where the poor baby daddy is made to complete a virtual Olympics of Post-It pulling from their spouses body in order to find out they’re expecting?

These announcements are interesting to watch. I admit it.

But could the moment have been just as special with the whispered words “we’re having a baby”, followed by a tight embrace? Camera optional.

We’re having a baby, but also continuing our lives. This baby and the ones that might come after will be a part of our lives, and an important part. But not our whole lives.

And through this commitment to living authentically, we are encouraging our children to do the same in their lives.

We are parents, and we are also who we were before becoming parents.

There’s a version of Bag Girl RiRi in all of us, and I say we get out there and find it. Let’s make the world see red, in the best, most brilliant way possible.