Hope is really a thought.

One of the reasons we judge each other so harshly in this world of parenting is because... we perceive anyone else who's doing anything differently than what we're doing as criticizing our choices.

But I don't think it's as dangerous, scary, or terrifying as getting to the end of our lives and wondering, what if I would have shown up?

All the stuff that keeps you safe from feeling scary emotions? They also keep you from feeling the good emotions. You have to shake those off. You have to become vulnerable.

I've found what makes children happy doesn't always prepare them to be courageous, engaged adults.

Empathy fuels connection; sympathy drives disconnection.

Do you light up when your kids are coming in the room or do you become the instant critic?