And sometimes I think I’m the default even in my own brain. I took this scheduling stuff on. I wanted to take it on. Wait, did I want to take it on? Did I want to commit to pick up and drop off five days a week because I have the “flexible schedule”? Did I?

It feels like a trap. Like did I even realize I was the default for all the minutia a young child brings to our lives? The water bottles, the snacks, the sunscreen, the Elsa and the Anna, the memories, the photos, the holidays…

It feels like a trap, and what’s extra confusing is that part of me enjoys it. I just didn’t realize I’d be so consumed by it that I’d lose myself in the process. I didn’t realize that it would be every minute of every day…forever.

That mom guilt is a tricky beast. Mom guilt takes reality and twists and turns it until it’s unrecognizable and suddenly, it was no longer about the popsicle. Instead, it was about blame and shame. How could I forget the thing she looks forward to the most? How distracted could I possibly be? She’s so disappointed and this was preventable. Good moms don’t forget the popsicle!!

The first therapy session is always intake of some kind. It feels like an interview; I ask a lot of questions and get to know you as a client and as a mother and woman. Always a little awkward but I try to support you in feeling relaxed and at ease. And I learn about you - your habits, routines, and ultimately, your needs and what’s getting in the way of meeting them!

On why parenting in the present sparked the idea for my business.