There’s nothing like some good smelling salts at your kid’s teacher conference. From the mouths of babes…
” ‘My dream is for my family and my mommy to be happy.’
Holy crap, you guys. We’ve got to get our joy back. We think it’s love to allow our roles – mother, wife, volunteer, career woman – to consume us like a fire until we can’t even be seen anymore – but that’s not love. I think our kids want to really see us. They want us to leave a part of ourselves unconsumed so they can see us. I think our kids want us to come alive sometimes. Our kids never asked for martyrs. It is not love to allow yourself – your spirit – to be buried and then fade away.”
Riddle from the Middle 