they want us to be happy

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.”


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