According to my kids - just keep doing what I'm doing. 

Is it only me, or did Mother’s Day just feel like a confirmation of everything my kids think I’m doing wrong?

Parenting is amazing. 

For all of the hours I spend putting together intensive workshops for the people I work with, a few minutes in the kitchen with the kids often does more for me than a three day Ayeh experience. 

Relationships are a constant reminder of all of the ways in which we need to learn to let go, surrender, love a little more, be a little kinder, and also not forget ourselves in the process. 

When I was a kid, I thought parents were the grown ups. 

Now that I’m a parent, I realize that parenting is so much about growing ourselves up while in relationship to the kids we’re also responsible to and for. 

Eli Weber and I had such a cool conversation about this a few days ago. 

It dropped today and you can watch it here by clicking below:

I’ve been on many podcasts over the years, and it’s fascinating to note that my personality comes through differently in each conversation. 

You can tell Eli and I were having an amazing time together (and there’s a moment where you can hear the tech guys high fiving each other behind the camera if you listen really closely!)

There’s a noticeable cut midway through the podcast where we paused for Acai bowls and to talk through some more personal stuff, and at some point our conversation got so interesting again, that someone started recording without even trying to make the two sections of our conversation look connected. 

So if that little gap is keeping you guessing- good. 

I like a little mystery. 

Like around my kids. 

I remember being their age and thinking I knew everything. 

And now, as I celebrate my own mom, I celebrate her for all of the things I didn’t know. And will never know. About her life, her world, her struggles, her gifts, her love. 

My mother’s day was spent walking my toddler through the dollar store letting him choose a new pot. (He’s in the playing with every single one of my dishes phase of childhood. It’s roughly two stages after CocoMelon and sixteen developmental stages before screen addiction kicks in.)

As he erupted with joy over the amount of spatulas they had on display, an older woman passed me in the aisle, made eye contact and wished me a blessed Mother’s Day. 

And I knew she meant it. 

Because I knew that she knew. 

And if you’re a parent reading this. I know you know. 

So from one parent to another, I celebrate you. 

I celebrate us all! 

Fally