It was almost a year ago that I wrote about one of those heartbreakingly-bittersweet parenting moments of my little girl growing up. And guess what's happened since then?
(I bet you already know the answer, too.)
My kids are growing up and I am too.
See, the big one is reading now. Reading all by himself. The little one isn't far behind, I'm sure. They have relationships that are independent of me and I am spending more time independent of them. It feels less appropriate for me to meddle and report.
Besides, these stories were never really about them; they were, and have always been, about my changes as a person and as a mother.
I started working with clients this summer. Some are looking to make career transformations, others are women looking to figure out how to be professionals and mothers. Some are neither mothers nor professionals. A few need some help figuring out what they want to figure out, so that's what I do.
I listen and ask questions. I guide and support. I help people create the time and space to figure out what they want and then what they need to do get it, whatever "it" may be.
My "it" has changed, too. For as much as I love writing and sharing my stories, my focus is somewhere else. Writing here, pseudo-anonomously, doesn't make practical sense for me.
Come find me at Motherhood. Reinvented. I'm on Facebook and Twitter, too. Please, don't be a stranger.
Instead, I found myself caught up in her abundant joy of discovering the next great thing!
Then she asked me when she could drive my car.