Befriend Your True Self + Walk in Freedom, Health and Joy
Inside: I thought that perfection as a parent was necessary. It wasn’t. I just needed to show up, imperfectly on purpose to love my children. I am not a failure and neither are you. It was only when I started having panic attacks that I realized my efforts to order my life with exacting precision …
My 17 year old made this for me last year. My handwriting sits at the top, followed by my mom’s, followed by her mom’s. My girls are growing up. They haven’t had a grandma around to love and spoil them. To tell them stories of who I was as a little girl or to speak …
Inside: We think life is all or nothing. Straight up happiness or abject misery. The truth falls somewhere messy in-between. Hope is the thing with feathers. The day was bright and clear. I sat in my little living room, chair pulled up close to the big picture window shaded by the Mountain Ash tree, heavy …
Inside: I didn’t come into motherhood knowing how to love myself. I learned how to love myself as I parented and supported my kids in their growth. We often sit on the sidelines as moms. We work hard to build a safe home, feather the nest, and launch our little people, strong and confident, into the world. …
Inside: My mom died way too young and I miss her everyday. I’m grateful for the parenting lessons she shared with me and for each year we had together. As a child, I would awaken sometimes in the middle of the night to the hum of the sewing machine. I don’t know if my mom couldn’t …
When the world is spinning wildly and you’re doing your best to keep up but always feel that little bit behind. Just breathe. Expand your belly. Pause. Exhale. When your muscles are tight and you feel frustrated, wound up, ready to snap. Unfurl your body, widen your stance and stretch your arms out behind you to open …
