When It is Finally Your Time. Someday, I’ll have the time and space to invest in myself again. Someday, I’ll be more than just the caretaker, planner, and giver. But as any mother knows, someday can feel like a moving target, always just beyond reach. There’s always another nap to coordinate, another snack to make, another phase to survive.

We had a version of this conversation every day. She'd pack too much and I'd complain. 

The picture above was taken when I was walking one morning. I thought it was stunning so I stopped to soak it up. But of course as with...

When the kids were little we would take road trips to both the mountains and the beach. We would get in the car and eat breakfast, watch...