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!

JAC

October 31, 2018
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4 Comments

  1. Debby Bellingham

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

    Reply
  2. Kate McAllister

    !!!!!yes!!!!

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  3. Amy

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

    Reply
    • JAC

      Thanks for reading, Amy.

      Reply

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