“How are you?”
It’s a question I’m asked constantly as a parent. Most often I respond with “Good” or a similar sentiment. But, let’s be honest, there are at least three crises going on in each of my children’s lives.
“How are you?”
It’s a question I’m asked constantly as a parent. Most often I respond with “Good” or a similar sentiment. But, let’s be honest, there are at least three crises going on in each of my children’s lives.
I warn my students every semester, “One day you will question every part of your childhood.”
They, of course, don’t believe me. But it happens to us all.
I blame my husband.
As we settle into bed each night, I snuggle against the warmth of his back. It is in this moment of pure solace, that my mind rests – often for the first time all day.
A few nights ago, just before slumber, a realization startled me. We are raising two children that will become two adults. We are raising humans.
Oh, crap.
To be frank, this is the side of parenting that no one wants to discuss. It is far easier to exist in a state of denial or ignorance than to accept that we are actively shaping the malleable future with both our parenting AND the way we are living our own lives.
It doesn’t matter what is projected on social media, the truth will be expressed in the child.
When I was 27-years-old, I was able to live the dream – the yoga dream, that is. My days were restful, fluid, and, quite literally, planned around my yoga practice.
I think life must have been preparing me for the unrelenting blitz of parenthood.