Parenting from a Broken Place


For a number of years, I parented from a very broken place.

(I never realized the time was going by and that I couldn’t get it back.)

I was broken.

Not just kind of broken.

Busted broken.

And yet I was the beacon for my children.

It wasn’t much.

But it was everything.

I’ve moved on from feeling badly about all that I did not do.
(That list is long, long, long, long, long, long, long.)

What I’m more amazed by, these days, is what I did do.

Even in the midst of the darkness I was in, I somehow managed to still parent my children’s souls.

It turns out that everything I ever believed in, from my heart, from my core, held true within me as a parent.

It was hard, near to impossible, to find groceries in my house at that time.
It was hard to find dinner, which was a surprise to me every single night for years that they needed it.
It was hard to find the carpet beneath the dishes, clothes, and life that littered our floors.
It was hard to even find me those days when I was working too much, and when I got home I wasn’t truly “there”.

It seems, however, that it was never hard to find my moral compass.

Morality would wake straight up out of me, from the depths of my being, if it was needed.
I would be in this murky fog and then WHOOMPH!, my morality would hand me the tools to guide my children.

My parenting path was nothing like I’d imagined. Nothing.

The dream and vision for where I thought we would go and how I thought we would get there turned into this weird, messed up, different path.

When I was broken what I physically and emotionally gave my children was so very lacking, so very often.

Yet my children are all I ever hoped they would be. They have surpassed my vision for who I thought they would become. I am humbled by who they are.

I see their kindness. I see their courage. I see their respect of self. I see their respect of others. I see them think for themselves. I see them open to criticism. I see them open to growth. To change. To difference.

I see that our family, so different from what I’d once dreamed of, is precisely as it should be.

I dreamed of an intact family.IMG_2596

And we are.

The four of us.

My three children and I.

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I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. I have lived in Botswana, Namibia, South Africa, California, Oregon, New Mexico, Connecticut, Maryland and Vermont. Vermont is where my heart is and I’ve lived here for a total of 16 years. My current town is the stuff my childhood dreams were made of and I can’t believe I get to live here. The people. The place. The manner and heart and heartiness. I love it here. I recently turned 50 years old and am very excited and proud of this new chapter in my life. I am a very single Mom to three incredible human beings, 21, 19 and, 16. It’s an honor and a privilege to be writing amidst the remarkable talent of the moms within this blog family.



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