Healing as an adult is ridiculously hard.
Shame can take a single mistake and make it our identity.
It’s smiling when you want to cry, and crying when you’re smiling with pride.
We all have opinions, they don’t all need to be shared.
Today I found comfort in my new seat in her life: the passenger seat.
Stop for just a moment, right where you are in reading this and think of a time that you felt the most alone.
Without altering any major life events, here’s what I came up with.
I know what you’re thinking, how have we not heard of this tenth passenger? Is this some crazy conspiracy theory?
If there was a group of moms who supported instead of judged, talked to and not about others while doing their very best to not raise crappy kids – that would be my group.
Just show up. It is actually that easy.
I used to wish I could expunge my past—erase every mistake, every humiliation and every thing negative about my life. A clean slate.
I am not in the parenting business to make friends, and I am okay not doing what other parents do.
A love letter to my husband.
For the better part of the past few years I have made a choice to choose happiness and to be a kinder more loving person.
In our living room, wearing slippers. Fuzzy leopard slippers no less.