Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and I’ve been thinking about all the women that raise us, inspire us—and the ones we lean on as we muddle through all the drop-offs, pick-ups, practices, parties, homework, heartbreak, hold-ons and push-aways.
And through all the precious and precarious moments, we get to do the miraculous job of raising honorable, healthy humans.
In a blink, the world you introduce them to becomes their own. And that’s the goal, right? It’s okay. Because even when your child isn’t a child anymore, when you are bonded by love, the essence of your connection is the same.
This is what I wrote about in my latest piece published in Grown & Flown. Check out this link and let me know your thoughts!