Observing my reactions as a parent through the lens of my childhood experience .
Everyone has a story. This is what makes the world of biography so fascinating. Some choose to tell their story, others protect it and hold it close. I believe it is through the sharing of personal stories that compassion is enhanced and judgement is left behind. Sharing life’s struggles and learning experiences is also a way to bridge understanding and connection.
To know me is to know that I love a good conversation about life. So why not write about it? Life isn’t perfect, but it gives us hints, choices, circumstance, experience, and people along the way that shape us into who we are.
Similar to other writers, it helps me to process certain things when I write about them. I have always kept journals throughout my life, and when I first began this blog I referenced them often. In this latest chapter, I’m a mother to two creative, smart, rambunctious boys- ages 14 and 11- and a wife to a savant extraordinaire who is a chiropractor by day.
What I hope you’ll glean from my stories is it’s up to you to pave your way. There will always be things along the way you can’t control. It’s crucial to focus on what you can control. We have little to no control when we’re children, this is often the root of some of the most heartbreaking stories going back to the beginning of time. People can get so caught up in the disappointment of their past that they forget the most important thing of all- the beauty that comes with the independence of adulthood.
Once you are an adult, the responsibility to make your life what you want it to be is on YOU. Let nothing get in the way of that. You are free; give yourself permission to leave the proverbial cage.
My upbringing was a stark contrast to the one my husband and I are providing our children. This is a conscious choice. I chose to take the traumatic things that hurt me as a child and a teen and use them to nourish and fuel my greatest responsibility: being a mother.
For me personally, this blog was born from that very idea. The idea that the village of people who have walked in through the gates of parenthood are not meant to experience it side by side on our own separate islands, but rather together as the collective “village”.
Motherhood for me has been full of epiphanies. I’m not a self-professed expert, but I will be sharing my learnings as they unfold. While I do see that mortality is not pretend, I hope that from this mid-point of my life there will be many more adventures to experience and share.
Let’s pave our own way that feels right. Let’s unlearn and take control of our lives – for our children and for ourselves.
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