A Home Without Her

It didn’t feel right, but I pushed you anyway. The anxiousness, the excitement, the nervousness on your face told me my feelings about this were wrong. Everything about what was happening felt all too fast for me, but for you, it was just on time. My preparations seemed to keep things just slow enough that I wouldn’t miss more moments than I felt I had already lost. Something as simple as showing you how to roll your clothing into your suitcase was just enough for me to enjoy your laughter, your smile a little slower than was normal most days. Days that have passed. Days that have gone too fast.
You didn’t seem phased by my determination for slowness because I know you hugged me a little longer, you gave into me helping you make your bed when I knew you could do it on your own. You gave me tasks to help you get organized, so I could linger a little longer before it was time for me to walk away and leave you like I’ve done so many summers before leaving you in...
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Ooh, Time to Buy a New Planner...??

You know you’ve done it. You are scrolling through your favorite social media platform and you see one of your friends sharing an unboxing video and posting their new, pretty, bound-to-be-more-productive-than-yours planner. It’s colorful, she has a smile on her face, and you’re sure that your unorganized, #HotMess life could never be as focused and controlled as her’s is without that planner. Nevermind that she hasn’t written a damn thing in yet!

Yeah, Mama, I’ve been there. I’ve clicked the purchase button, had the planner delivered all to be highly disappointed that my friend who was toting a life of freedom and perfectly planned organization didn’t wave her magic fairy dust over my planner before it left the warehouse. I’ve been there, but I’ve also been on the other end of the FOMO purchase of a planner. The kind that gets me jump-started back to focusing on my season and what matters to me most. So, as much as I...

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The Professional Poison of Being a Mom

Do you ever struggle with wishing you could take back all the years of foundering on being a mom? Do you feel like some mom’s just somehow had it all figured out and have been living their best life, a career, moving on up and you’re over here thinking you still don’t know what you wanted to be when you grew up? Do you feel like being a mom has really messed with your mindset professionally, and holds you back from what you wanted in your career?


I hear you, and I am regularly thinking these thoughts. I do my best to stop myself from second-guessing the experiences, opportunities, and choices that I have made in my past as a mom with a career. And I’ve found that I've needed to do the same to fix my mindset on what I want professionally. Not stopping this mindset in its tracks, keeps me in a place that tells me I didn’t do it right, or that I’ve screwed up my chances at my professional dreams ever coming true.

If you’re like me in this...

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Are You A #MomGuilt Addict?

You spend your days running, and not for leisure or for the geeked-out bling medals you see on the ads of social media. Running a 5k would be easier than what you are currently doing, you’re sure of it. The running you are doing is running against the lack of control you feel about your kids growing up. You sign up to participate in every activity they are a part of and write it off as the organization’s need for volunteers or help. When really it’s about your need to be a part of your kids every moment so as to not to miss out on these very short years you have to be a part of their daily lives. What you didn’t realize it would end up making your kids resenting you, being unable to cope with failure or taking risks for themselves, or seeing themselves able to go further than your backyard. And to an extent your okay with that, at least they will be a part of your life or you’ll know where they are most hours of the night.

When our kids are small...

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Teaching Teens to STREAK Summer Routines for Back-to-School

It’s been a few weeks since my kids finished out their school year, and I’m sure if you’re anything like me you’re saying to yourself, “I’m not cut out for this!”. Especially if they are teenagers.

I don’t know about you but no one warned me to look out for the end of the school year with teenagers. No said, “it’s going to be a doozy! Girl, you think you were busy before, just wait!” No one told me, “You’re gonna feel pulled in a million directions or need to make decisions your not prepared to make.” Like handing them your car keys! No one said to me “prepare for the realization that college is on the horizon, mom guilt will be in high swing of what little you’ve taught them so far about being an adult, and you’re basically going to need to learn how to motivate a sloth from your loveseat daily!

Nope, no one! To all the moms who had teenagers before me. Thanks a lot! I see...

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5 Tips All Ages Need to #ADULT This 4th of July

Maybe it’s just me but the 4th of July just doesn’t feel as liberating as it once did for me. I’m not talking about being a kid and getting excited to go see fireworks or even about that feeling you get when you bite into the first sweet watermelon of the summer. No, I’m talking about the fear you have worrying someone at your family picnic is going to evaluate your input in a conversation, the worry that you need to do a play by play before interacting with someone at a family reunion to try to predict the outcome just to decide who in your family you can sit next to without feeling under investigation, and the struggle of constantly feeling ashamed of the ability to exercise your freedom to be open about your values. I think if you’re honest, the adulting of the 4th of July feels less like a celebration of independence and more like a request to jury duty.

The one invitation you get in the mail you dread receiving.

I’ve thought a lot...

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The Drive of a "Bulldozer Parent"

I’ve heard is a few times now and I’ve had enough. My generation of parents has been labeled the “Bulldozer Parents”. We seek to guide our children in their futures, so in turn, we are stereotyped as a “Bulldozer”. I call bullshit!

I just arrived home from an international trip where I chaperoned for my daughter’s high school.  It was a wonderfully amazing trip, with so many opportunities for these young people, many first time travelers to experience world outside their small town bubble. For my daughter, it was her first international trip and the opportunity for me to be a part of that was monumental. We commemorated it with a pair of Swarovski earrings of course!

Glittery souvenirs aside, I observed a perspective of my parenting style during this trip that partly made me proud but also made me ask myself why did I back down from feeling proud about it advocating & empowering my kids? For the first time, I was affirmed that...

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THIS. IS. YOUR. XENNIAL. BRAIN. ON. NATURE.

Remember that 90s drug awareness commercial with John Roselius (the guy from Mars Attacks! & Con Air with Nicholas Cage) where he cracks open an egg over a frying pan and says, “This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.” It was a staple of my preteen childhood and one that my kids tell me is now a meme. It was part of a time where PSA commercials like that were seen by a lot of young people during our afterschool programs or Saturday morning Saved by the Bell screen time, as YouTube or social media memes weren’t a thing to help lead the fight against drugs.


A few weeks ago I started listening to this Audible book called, The 3-Day Effect: How Nature Claims Your Brain by Florence Williams.  It’s the first audiobook I’ve listened to that felt more like an extended podcast then a book that was recited. It was intriguing and I loved having the background sounds of her journeys as she logged her observations and story throughout the book....

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A Cemetery Caretaker's Advice to Millennials on Memorial Day

Since 2016, my husband and I have been caretakers of a cemetery.  It isn’t the usual part-time job that someone our age would take. As the Memorial Day holiday approaches we are asked regularly what our plans are for the weekend. We look at our schedule for where our children need to be due to their commitments of activities, aka teenagers. As a caretaker of a cemetery, it’s clear that for the majority of Millennials (1985-1995) and their children, Centennials (1996-2010) Memorial Day isn’t about visiting those who were lost.  I’m not saying that none of them do but if you head to your closest cemetery on Monday, there will be more shades of grey than others walking the tombstones. I don’t say this to condemn, actually I wanted to write this post to encourage grace towards Millennials this holiday, and inspire us all to see where Memorial Day is a holiday tradition future generations desperately need us to recognize.
Chances are if...
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An Open Letter to the People-Pleaser Generation

You might know us as the micro-generation between the GenXers and Millennials, some call us the Xennial generation. We are a generation placed in the “in-between” but I don’t believe it means we’ve been called to be the invisible middle like many have been treating us. I believe we have been called to be the BOLD printed instructions at the top of the page, right below, the line to sign our name.
 
Ever feel like you just want a do-over? Like, you’re entire life you’ve felt like you screwed it all up, you made a mess of it, you made the wrong choices, wasted too much time, and just weren’t overall focused when you should have been and now it’s too freakin’ late? Feelings like you weren't really the one making those decisions, but in reality you were allowing it?
 


Everywhere you turn someone is telling you to share your story, they say that’s where you’ll be defined, connected, and most...
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