Lately, the weight of words has impacted my life. I have been working to name my emotions and expand my vocabulary. As I navigate this journey alongside parenting, those two worlds often collide. While I know what I don’t want to say, I’m discovering alternatives to my old language and natural behavior. Life doesn’t pause while I learn and adapt
Yesterday, I felt a wave of parenting crash over me. I went to bed feeling heavy; the day had been overwhelming. I hoped for a fresh perspective in the morning.
When I woke up, that wave was waiting for me. It overwhelmed me, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I chose to show my son my tears because I wanted him to see that I had emotions. I shared my feelings, and in that moment, I realized I needed space to clear my head and process my feelings.
Gentle reminder as I wrote this post.
I remind myself that parenting looks different for everyone. Sometimes, the realities of those I confide in differ from my own, making it frustrating to find common ground rather than simply holding space and riding the wave together.
It’s empowering to have spaces that ride the wave with you instead of standing on the shore judging your journey.
freedom – from my morning walk
Today is a new day that encourages me to share this with anyone facing similar waves.
They come and go, but keep riding them.
The more you crash, the more you learn to surf through the next one.
What’s bringing me joy these days:
Currently Reading: I Surrender All by Priscilla Shirer
Drink: Pumpkin Spice Chai
Hobby: Playing with my new camera
