Living Life Through Children's Eyes

Sometimes, I am too honest. Actually, most of the time I am. I truly am an open book. I do not remember the last time I actually felt embarrassed to share a personal story. I am humbly imperfect. Growing up, I was sure I wanted to be a Therapist or Psychologist. I have always loved talking with people about their life and trying to help them whether that be an open ear, some advice or sharing my own experience. I was actually the one all of my close friends came to. *Cue the start of my unhealthy relationship with empathy*.  I believe we are brought into this world around others for a reason. To help each other.  When we form relationships with others we may gain a connection. Conversing with others and sharing stories, experiences and possibly advice can help each other. We learn, in my opinion, between three different ways.  Resources: Educating ourselves or being taught.  First-hand experience. Going through a situation and soaking up the knowledge due to that....

 I like to wish that I am a good mother all of the time. I wish I was able to hold my composure and act in a healthy manner 24/7, but unfortunately I do not.  I mess up. I get upset. I get frustrated. I become sad, angry and anxiety-ridden. I even sometimes yell.  I hate that.  I truly hate when I get mad and yell. It's something that I have been continuously trying to relearn. I grew up in a household where my mother was a single mother. My father... well, one day- no not one day, on my brother's Birthday, he was given money by my mother to grab my brother a Birthday gift. He left and never came back. I was 7 at this time. It wouldn't be until 13 years later that I saw his face again and 23 years later until I decided I was ready for a relationship with him. That's another story. My mother raised all 4 of us on her own. Worked two jobs and attended Cape Cod Community College all at the same time. I cannot even fathom going through what she did. She was tired, stress...

  I believe one of the most important lessons I have learned in life is that we are forever changing. We are constantly changing within ourselves as well as others are around us. They may be a family member, a friend, a member of the school board, the President or a Tik Tok creator. And while change is inevitable as well as apparent, I don't think everyone looks at it in the same way that I do.  You see, when I was my daughter's age I was taught to be kind. I was taught to speak and play with others in a positive, kind way. I was told to be nice to my classmates, to not leave anyone out and to share. As an adult I follow the same principals but they are not engraved in stone as they were at my younger age. Instead, these morals are in clay- with the ability to mold, revise and morph to the specific situation because frankly I do not owe everyone my kindness. I do not owe everyone my ability to be kind. I am not required to share, nor am I required to make sure everyone isn'...