Broken bits shatter
then hold
your scars are their strength
The scars, wounds, weaknesses and failings will mold my kids into something beautiful.
the relentlessness of ‘perfect’ threatens that belief on the daily–i find myself thinking: if only i could be more, different, better–it would be so much better for them.
the impact of being an imperfect human raising other imperfect humans (especially when they seem perfect–kids plus mom goggles will do that to you) rubs me raw lots of days. it’s working out all your demons in the spotlight, trying to navigate them with grace while reminding yourself their jaws aren’t as terrifying and sharp as they seem.
walking into that fire every day is a sacred path. it takes so much courage, which we often forget because it doesn’t feel optional. we instead say, ‘i’m just a mom’. maybe i’ll rebrand myself as a fire walker 🙂
because the act of walking into that fire, embracing the truth of what is, guides them through the flames of their own internal landscape. and while it can’t be measured as well as grades or sports teams or achievements, the emotional intelligence we cultivate when we are willing to do the work first is the heart-gold we ultimately want in relationships, work, and that ever-elusive lovely sentiment of changing the world.
some beautiful words this mama sent: “I can just see it. These images are going to be the illustrations for the story Mila will tell one day of how she and her mom made it through together.”
if you’d like some images to illustrate your own beautiful story–you can take some on your phone. jkjkjk. because you know this is a completely different experience, not because of what camera i’m going to use but because of how you want to be seen: as the full on fire walker human raiser extraordinaire that you are. no ‘just a mom’ here. contact me here for all the pricing and availability info, m’friend.
