Leaving for the airport in a couple of hours.
Was just in the bathroom crying, away from the kids. Realizing this is much harder than I thought it would be, for me. (I am not the crying in the bathroom type. In case you hadn’t gathered that.) I have to let go of control over their world for a few days. I have so much of my identity wrapped into being their mom. Now, at the Mom Congress for a few days, not just a few hours, I will be showing up as an advocate for all kids, as a professional, as the educator and facilitator that I am. We’ll all thrive in this temporary shift, because that’s what happens when we take risks, right? Continue reading “Leaving on a jet plane”