In the uncharted territory of the tween years, I feel like I’ve lost my mom mojo [Washington Post]

by | Oct 31, 2018 | 4 comments

I’ve been contemplating what it means to love my little girl in the tween phase versus in the early childhood stage and I wrote a piece about it.

“Do you think you’re a good mother?” he asked. It was a year after my husband had suddenly died, and my daughter was entering preschool. I had met with the psychologist at the school, just to let him in on what our family was going through, and he asked me this question.

I replied, “Yes, I think I’m a great mom.”

He looked surprised, “Usually this is the part where moms express all of their guilt and regrets.” But I really did think I was a great mom to my little girl.”

Please head over to the Washington Post to read the complete piece!


October 31, 2018


  1. Debby Bellingham

    Great job, Julia. You are doing the best job, just follow your joy.

  2. Kate McAllister


  3. Amy

    I loved this, Julia. Thank you for sharing this beautiful part of your life with us.

    • JAC

      Thanks for reading, Amy.


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