04/23/2026
The more I heal, the more I notice it.
The moments with my kids that feel bigger than they should. The ones that hit something old in me. A tone, a situation, a feeling… and suddenly I’m not just responding as their mom, I’m reacting from a place that’s been there for a long time.
It’s wild how much of parenting is really about reparenting yourself.
Because when you’ve known hurt, you want to protect them from all of it. Every feeling, every person, every moment that even resembles what once broke you. You want to build a life so soft for them that pain can’t find its way in.
But then there’s this quiet realization…
We can’t raise them in a world without pain. And if we’re not careful, we either over shelter them from life or we stay so guarded that the very wounds we carry start to shape them too.
So I’m learning to sit in it.
To notice what’s mine and what’s theirs.
To pause before I react.
To let them feel, without rushing to fix or protect or control.
To break cycles, not just avoid them.
And maybe the goal isn’t to give them a life untouched by pain…
but to give them the tools, the safety & the love to move through it in a way I never knew how.
That feels like a different kind of protection. 🤍
