Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Although rarely talked about, it’s one of the strangest parts of parenting.
Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.