Do you know that feeling when you arrive somewhere and are greeted with a synchronicity that lands with such potency you just know you're in the right place?
My Rome wasn't to learn art history. Or to speak fluent Italian. My Rome was to wander. To explore and feed my seeker's hunger through social connections and solo adventuring.
I stood at the bottom of the staircase holding my second and final cup of morning coffee.
The Moment of Truth. This is what I call it when it's time to wake the kids up. What cards would be dealt today? More importantly, how would I respond?
The on-the-job training of parenting never ends. That is what I loathe and love most about the role. It pushes me daily to find my footing on shaky soil so that I can support the seedlings I love so dearly.
