This journey as a cancer mom will never be over. I will never finish the lap and walk away. It will never be completely in the past.
Think of the little boy down the street who has a peanut allergy. You made chocolate chip cookies, no nuts. You’re good, right?
Saying goodbye to comfort friends forces me to confront the reality that we are crossing a threshold from childhood into the first steps of adulthood.
The hurdles to parenting sometimes solo are both emotional, as well as logistical. The irregularity can hurt the family unit without some careful planning.
Sometimes these bad mom-moments even make my four year old look like a mature tiny human and me look like a tantrum throwing toddler.
Thanks to you, the next parent I see dealing with rambunctious children will encounter a more compassionate version of me.
My sixth sense is not easily summed up in a few sentences. It’s an interplay between several different ways I interact and react to the world around me.
Your momfidence has grown. You’ve proven to yourself that you can handle the unexpected. You are learning to trust your instincts (this is HUGE!).
I’ve realized the issue wasn’t my kids being kids, it was ME! And when I start to feel that feeling rising up in my chest its time to hit my reset button.
My own children grew up feeding the geese. This was many many years ago – before Google and Facebook taught us that bread and corn are not good for birds.