letting go

I touched “Aunt Kelly” on the screen and waited for a robotic voice to say, “this number has been disconnected.” This is how I met Shawn.

I wasn’t expecting to have a visceral response to observing someone I hardly knew do home renovations.

After combing through mommy groups, I landed on a question that made total sense to my helicopter parenting mom-brain: Does that feel safe in your body?

Parenting gets harder. Giving up control of our kids is an art.

That summer became the fulcrum of a seesaw: as my children need me less, my mother needed me more. My mother's arthritis taught me to love and let go.

Coming out of dissociation can feel like waking from a lucid dream. One moment you’re on the other side of physical reality, and then you cross the threshold and are part of life again.

As each moment came to pass, I relaxed just a little more. She wasn’t the only one learning to let go. This is parenthood!

And accept them for who they are.