It couldn’t have been easy growing up alongside a mom getting her life together. Growing up and watching your mom grow up too.
I think maybe I got some things wrong.
I had to spend some of our time together, finding myself and learning to love what I found. I had to unlearn how to parent. Undo what had been done onto me.
I had to remove all of the comfort and familiarity and start again.
Then I had to spend some time recalibrating and awakening the kind of mother I was meant to be. The mother we all needed.
It was bumpy, to say the least, and so emotional. Some days I wasn’t sure who I was, let alone who the two of you were or who you both were rapidly becoming. The noisy chaos in my head left little room for external patience and awareness.
I think maybe I got some things right.
I was responsible for blowing up our lives but it has also been me cleaning up the debris and rebuilding.
I battled and I refused to settle, for us.
I have been the architect of our peace. Exposing the bones of my softness so that you could see the strength and resilience that come from vulnerability. I went back to the drawing board over and over so that you could witness the importance of mistakes as a pathway to great change and growth. I did what I did because I owed you a happy mom. And I think I made good on that. Together we created a space full of joy, trust, understanding and love.
You guys are incredibly good humans and I won’t even try to take credit for that, but I am thankful to be on the same team and so grateful for all your trust and love.😘
I think we turned out alright.
