As 2018 comes to close, I’m sitting here reflecting on everything that happened. Everett’s autism diagnosis, watching both boys grow, family vacations, starting a new business venture, and so on. Part of me wishes time would have slowed down, and the other half of me wishes there had been a fast forward button.
Being a mom is weird. It’s a combination of feeling like super woman while also feeling like an unworthy clueless dumpster mom.

However, tomorrow is not just another “day” but the first of the clean pages of a whole year waiting for what we will write into our lives and what greatness we’ll pull from within.

Here’s the thing. No matter how you enter this year, whether you’re running into a bright season, whether you’re limping across the finish line or crawling your way out of a tough calendar, you are enough.

YOU ARE ENOUGH

I feel like I always forget this, and I’m betting you do too. If you’re anything like me, you use everyone else as a barometer for how well you are doing in life. We are acutely aware of our own struggles and pitfalls, and yet we wear rose colored glasses while looking at others.
This year my goal is to turn those rose colored glasses onto my own life. To try and remember I Am Enough. To remember I am the mom my children want and need. To remember that I’m also more than a mom. I’m a wife, a daughter, a friend, a businesswoman; I AM A STRONG WOMAN.
And you know what? You are enough too.
I know it’s hard and it takes time. Just like watching my children’s firsts, they don’t start in a sprint, but in a walk. A small stilting walk, where we hold our breath in anticipation of how far they’ll go. And how we cheer in celebration for each of those small steps. Just like in a new year, a new season of life, though we may feel like it or want to keep up pace with those already seasoned, our first steps aren’t usually the biggest ones we take.
Many times those early steps look more like a tip-toe as we do it afraid. Too often first-times mean a fall or a tumble, and hopefully it also means we step out again, usually to the cheers on the sideline.

This year, there will be steps to celebrate and moments of fear, moments of tumbling, moments of learning by failure. But in each, I want to be present, I want to rise, bruised, stronger. For you, for me, we will celebrate each stride. I want to allow myself to be me, to reside in grace, and to be happy in where I am and who I am.

And I want that for you too.

Be brilliant. Be you. You are enough.