This year lets go easier on ourselves…

This year lets go easier on ourselves…

I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been struggling lately with the realization that our kids are almost grown and how the dynamic in our household is subtly changing each year. With that struggle comes a little bit of self doubt. I wonder if we taught them everything they are going to need to know as adults. I question whether, with all my faults, I was a “good enough” mom.

But I recently had an experience that helped change that narrative in my brain and I’ve decided to share just in case any of you suffer from similar insecurities.

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The First Day: Slipping Through our Fingers

The First Day:  Slipping Through our Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while


It’s the first day of school, and today, both Danni and I will need a moment. We will need to have a moment to sit down and absorb that “well known sadness.” If you have kids, you know it. The mixture of pride, melancholy, and nerves that accompanies the back to school wave from us to them.

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When things fall apart…

Fuelling Your Teen’s Passion, no matter what the path

If you spend five minutes on your insta feed, most likely you will find something along the lines of the above quote. Passion. We all want to feel passionate about something, someone, about our lives, about what we do daily. If you are in your 40’s or older, you probably grew up with Oprah inspiring you to “Live your Best Life.” And, of course, we should. Follow your passion and it will lead your to your purpose. But what happens when it all falls apart? What happens when the very thing you are MOST passionate about is taken from you? AND what happens if this is one of your children and you are left trying to guide, mentor and console them not really knowing how YOU, a grown ass adult would handle it – never mind an adolescent in the most volatile period in their development.

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