My little one turned 6 years old on Thursday. Yesterday we had a wonderful day. Lots of sugar intake, trampoline park excursion, and endless conversations about how much wiser he felt at six.

In the middle of the night he startled me. He was half asleep and was standing next to my bed when I woke to find him waiting. I don't know how long he had been there. He simply asked if I could still hold him like when he was 5 years old.

We snuggled at that moment. He went into a deep slumber. I began to think of all my children. When I was younger, raising the ones who are now adults, I rushed through everything. I was constantly trying to make sure everything was perfect and my "me-time" was only in the evening time or at 4am for meditation. I was consumed with being a mother, a wife, a business owner, a cleaning lady, a cook, a therapist, and all the freaking incredible hats/labels we place on ourselves.

These two little ones are teaching me to slow down. Plus menopause has slowed me down a lot too...lol. But, these precious moments of motherhood, of my own humanity, let me feel the real connection to love and spirit.

I love. You love. We love. That is what we do. Everything else is just stuff and lessons. My heart may feel heavy at times because of my own traumas and triggers of worthlessness. But, what I do know for sure is that I can love. That is our innate gift from divinity.

I love you.

Millie