The black dot analogy connects to many of my life experiences. Specifically, the reality that parents and kids often remember experiences differently. It seems that moms are often harder on ourselves than our kids are on us. It makes me wonder, are kids somehow able to keep their focus on the whole page while parents struggle to see beyond the dot?
As I reflected on this transition to a new season, one question in particular kept repeating in my mind: What might it feel like to grow out of the season of uncertainty and lean into a season of hope?
As a stay-at-home parent, some of the biggest stresses for me throughout this pandemic have been adjusting to a wide-open schedule, concurrently fulfilling multiple roles, and dealing with a perpetual avalanche of thoughts and emotions.
Even as an adult, I have found that many children’s books offer gentle, hope-filled reminders that I need in my own life.
I find hope in Wendi’s authenticity as she writes about her journey towards being, and comfort in her reminder to prioritize this time. I hope you also find encouragement through her words. Here's to all of us as we find time to be.
That tiny yellow “flower” was my whisper of hope, my lifeline to start moving out of the muck. It turns out that a whisper can be powerful.
I can’t enjoy every single minute of the day. I can, however, enjoy moments, even small ones, throughout the day.
Appreciation, joy, kindness, laughter, praise - I hope to continue to learn important lessons from these candid moments of inspiration.
Kindergarten!! How my little guy is already at the age of starting school is beyond me. As I’ve been working through all the logistics of our new routine, and processing the accompanying emotions, I decided to write a letter to my son, commemorating the beginning of his education.
Some days I wish I could hit a “do-over” button and start the day again.