In the high-stakes world of professional football, Kylie Kelce has often been a picture of joyful, steadfast support for her husband, retired Eagles legend Jason Kelce. But in a remarkably candid solo episode of her “Not Going to Lie” podcast, the mother of three pulled back the curtain on her own life, sharing a raw, unfiltered look at the emotional rollercoaster of motherhood and her hilariously intense life as a Philadelphia Eagles fan.

The episode, framed as a “Back to School/NFL Kickoff” special, quickly turned deeply personal as Kylie confronted a milestone that has left her reeling: her eldest daughter, Wyatt, is starting kindergarten.

“You know what’s fucked up?” Kylie stated bluntly, setting a tone of candid vulnerability. “My baby is suddenly old enough to be a kindergartener. I’m not feeling great about it. It makes me sad. I swear she just came out, so it’s kind of weird to send her to school.”

It’s a sentiment that resonates with millions of parents, that dizzying feeling of time moving too fast. While she’s putting on a brave face for her daughter, Kylie admits the emotional toll is real. “Do I think I’ll cry at drop off? No,” she clarified. “Will I cry driving home from drop off? Yes. I can almost guarantee that.”

The poignant part, as any parent knows, is the stark contrast between her own grief and her child’s pure excitement. Wyatt, she described, is a “little social butterfly” who is “built for” school. She’s thrilled about the new adventure and the prospect of eating lunch at school. But in her innocent excitement, she’s also managed to deliver a few unintentional emotional blows to her mom.

“She has resorted to telling the adults in our house… that she’s growing up on us,” Kylie shared, “as a way to, you know, twist the dagger. I don’t like it and it’s hurting my feelings.”

But the segment on Wyatt’s new chapter revealed more than just a mother’s tender-hearted sadness. It unearthed a hilarious piece of Kelce family history—and a “legacy” Kylie is relieved Wyatt has avoided.

“Queen Emma asked, ‘Have you and Jason realized this also means Wyatt officially did not get kicked out of preschool like her dad and her uncle?’” Kylie read, bursting into laughter. “This is the first time I’m realizing that, and I’m calling that a win! We are one for four so far… I kind of love that. I love our odds there, starting off strong.”

The revelation that both Jason and Travis Kelce were kicked out of preschool is a charmingly chaotic detail that paints a vivid picture of the Kelce brothers’ early years. While Wyatt has successfully broken the cycle, Kylie admitted she isn’t counting her chickens just yet. She has high hopes for her middle daughter, Ellie, to follow suit, but her anxieties are squarely focused on her youngest.

“I can’t say the same for Benny,” she confessed with a sigh. “She is the ringer. I just don’t have faith that she will not do something diabolical.” It’s a “diabolical” streak that Kylie feels will “at the very least put us on a very serious phone call. And I know that, because I know Benny.”

As she navigated the complex feelings of her daughter growing up, Kylie seamlessly transitioned to her other great passion and source of anxiety: the NFL kickoff, featuring the Philadelphia Eagles versus the Dallas Cowboys.

“When I tell you I have tunnel vision for the birds, I mean I have tunnel vision for the birds,” she declared. She spoke of the “electric” atmosphere of a home opener at Lincoln Financial Field, but her excitement is tempered by a powerful force: her own superstDitions.

“The real ones know I believe in jinxes far too much to give any real predictions about the actual game,” Kylie explained. Instead, she offered “non-football football predictions,” a series of personal rituals and expectations that reveal the deeply ingrained, and often irrational, life of a dedicated fan.

First on her list? A time-honored tradition for any Eagles fan facing their nemesis. When asked if she would say “Fuck the Cowboys” over or under 30 times during the game, her answer was immediate. “Over 30 times, for sure,” she laughed. “That is honestly one of the key bonding moments that you get to experience in Lincoln Financial Field on a game day against the Cowboys. So I will be partaking in that.”

However, she noted a key difference between her stadium and home behavior. While she’ll be “thinking” plenty of curse words, she admits she has to be on her “best behavior” at the link, unlike in the privacy of her own living room.

Her superstitions, she revealed, run deep, controlling everything from her gameday attire—a “game time decision” that must include the new Eagles head logo somewhere on her person—to her snack runs. Getting her beloved chicken and pizza crab fries, she explained, is a logistical challenge that “depends, ‘cuz if I go with Jason, it takes us a lot longer to get to our destination.”

But her most shocking confession was about her husband. While she loves watching games with Jason, calling it “enriching” to hear his real-time feedback and ask him questions, she will actively avoid him if the cameras are nearby.

“If the broadcast cuts to Jason, will you be next to him or hiding in a corner somewhere?” she read. “You already know the answer to this: I’ll be hiding in the corner.” The reason? A deep-seated fear of ending up on the jumbotron. It’s a hilarious image: the wife of a franchise icon, ducking and weaving through the suite to avoid the spotlight, all in the name of not jinxing the game.

The podcast’s “Ask Me Something” segment only added more layers to the relatable portrait she painted. She gave an update on her daughter Benny’s slow, begrudging acceptance of the family’s new baby, Finn. The progress, Kylie joked, is that Benny has graduated from saying “put it down” to “put her down.” And in a recent breakthrough, when asked if they should “keep” the baby, Benny finally answered “yes”—a marked improvement from her previous “no.”

Kylie also shared her humorous, ongoing quest for a barn cat, ideally one found from a “sign that says ‘kittens’ usually painted on an old piece of wood.” The biggest hurdle, it seems, would be the naming. She loves the idea of a pet named after food, like “Pickles”—a name her daughter Ellie had, in all seriousness, suggested for a human baby. “I’d rather a cat named Pickles than a cat named Sheila,” she laughed.

She even ‘fessed up to her secret stash of “Buncha Crunch,” a sweet treat she tries—and usually fails—to hide from her three “moving children.”

In one solo flight, Kylie Kelce offered a masterclass in relatability. She is the mother grieving the end of an era as her child walks into kindergarten. She is the fan whose love for her team is governed by a fierce and funny set of superstitions. And she is the woman navigating family dynamics, from sibling jealousy to the legacy of preschool expulsions. It’s this blend of raw honesty, sharp humor, and unwavering loyalty that makes her one of the most compelling and human figures in the NFL universe.