Two years ago this week, I lost my mother to cancer.
She was just shy of 63.
When I had to tell my daughters their grandma died, I was so grateful we'd already talked about death. They had a foundation. They understood what "died" meant. They knew bodies stop working. They knew it was OK to be sad.
It was still incredibly hard navigating those conversations while drowning in my own grief, and...
My oldest just turned 9 and I keep thinking to myself, โWhere did the time go??โ
I remember when they were toddlers. I had 2 under 2 and those years felt endless.
Every day was exhausting, relentless, survival mode. I couldn't wait for them to be more independent.
To dress themselves, make their own snacks, play without constant supervision.
Now they can do all of that and even help their lit...
Keisha came to the group coaching call exhausted. Her 6-year-old daughter Maya had started pushing back on everything. At breakfast, when Keisha said no more screen time, Maya crossed her arms and said, "That's not fair! You're on your phone all the time!"
Keisha felt her face get hot. In her house growing up, that kind of comment would have earned a swift punishment. You didn't talk to adult...

