How much of ourselves and our insecurities and our shit are we projecting onto our children? How is it holding us all back? It’s tough, somedays. It’s about constantly walking that line between being their ‘experienced’ guide, communicating right and wrong, holding space for who they are are, listening to what they need-all while healing and peeling your own layers so you can (too) be connected to your pure and bright self, the way they so effortlessly do...so who’s teaching who? It goes both ways. Oh does it ever. I honestly have no idea what I am doing about 98% of the time, no joke. I’m blazing my own path, always have, always will...but these little humans chose me as their mother, and really, what do I have to lose by digging deep inside of myself and providing them with a unique experience that only I (we) can offer, together.