This won’t last forever, I remind myself, these moments when life pushes along and I sometimes chase after it.
“I realized in trying to teach you HOW to be I've forgotten who you are, so I was wondering, do you remember who you are?”
Sometimes I am so strong. I run towards hard stuff. I bite of big chunks. I have gotten through things that seemed impossible.
If you need a refresher on what changes your kid is or will be going through, start here.
When you’re ready and wondering, come look for a slice of yourself in me. There’s plenty to share.
I can’t run his race with him. But I understand. For all of our differences, we do have this. This, we will always share.
The allure of mommy solitude is not enough for me to ignore the sound. I reach for the iPhone.
My pre-teen daughter has just begun to experiment with make-up. I watch with slight dismay.
I need you Preteen Ballerina, to keep dancing. I need you to show my daughters that a ballerina can be curvy, strong and imperfect. I need you to help me change things.
And that’s when everything clicked for me up there on that snow-covered beast of a mountain and I realized – Hey, you know what? I can do hard things.