Dear Carlos, I have been thinking about what this week means to me and I’ve been trying to make sense of it all. Our baby turns 18 years old on Thursday. Can you believe it? I know, I’ve asked you that a hundred times lately.
My son was in 5th grade when I asked him which box I should check on a form that requested his race and ethnicity. He confidently said, “I’m Mexican.” I was prepared for that. Kind of. I was prepared enough to stay quiet and not
The journey of contentment isn’t really a journey at all. A journey indicates there is somewhere to go. Contentment is being right where I am. Perhaps being on a journey gives me comfort. That means there is more to life than this right here…this life
All these years I’ve been keenly aware of my children’s anxiety during the transition from school to summer and again at the start of the school year. I tune in to support, nurture, and hold the space with love and patience. This year though, I
Pretending really doesn’t work for me. Overall I am all about happy and I love having fun. Yet lately it felt like I was walking in yukky mud. I wondered if perhaps it was simply the ebb to the fabulous flow and that sounded good.
Bad Mom/Good Mom crap again. Or more like good, good, good, good, BAD, good, good, BAD. There are six awesomely good things that happen and a couple of not so great things in my morning but unless I’m in my flow my brain loves to