Blogging earlier  led to a lot of messaging back and forth with a dear friend of mine. She’s awesome in that she “gets it.”  We were discussing “balance.” Blah, blah, blah. How do we find it? Blah, blah, blah. We’d kinda taken a break from the convo to, you know, “work.” And, I had a thought. Just now. As I was washing dishes. 

I can’t even give my kid room to screw up without looking for a diagnosis.

I am so entrenched in this life of worry and what does it all mean that I can’t let my kids be kids and make mistakes. That’s a lot of pressure. For them and me. 

Could there be a diagnosis? Maybe. But I’m taking a step back and giving some room for errors.  I often say, “Without challenge, there is no growth.” Can’t the same be said for mistakes.

Wow. I’m smart.