It’s taken me a bit to get back to this…
But I was having a morning not too long ago. You know the kind—nothing seems to be in your favor.
One kid wakes up late. The other’s in a mood. And suddenly, it’s up to mom to shift the entire household’s energy, make sure everyone gets out the door, dressed, fed, smiling—and say a little prayer that their day improves once they board the bus.
You hope your words of encouragement sink in and absorb before they cross the threshold of the school doors and face all their own pressures for the day.
Evelyn is my mini me—100%. And wow, can I see it.
This isn’t a “parenting post,” but I need to pause and say:
Our children are mirrors.
They watch us, they absorb us, and even if they don’t say it—they admire us.
Over the last few years of my own personal growth journey, I’ve realized how much Evelyn has helped me heal parts of myself that were damaged in shipping around her same age.
She challenges me. And I know, most days, I’m staring directly into a mirror.
That morning I mentioned?
She was giving me the hardest time getting ready for school.
Negativity was pouring out of her. I tried everything to fix it for her (but I can’t). She’s tough on herself, too.
We muddled through—breakfast, packing lunch, outfit drama (why is the one thing she wants to wear always in the wash?), all of it.
I could feel her dread.
She’s like me—focus is hard, sitting still all day feels suffocating. I don’t blame her.
I was helping her get her things together when I found a post-it note, tucked into a little spot in her bag:
“I can do this. I am smart. I can do anything.”
My heart melted on the floor.
I looked at her and said, “What’s this?”
She shrugged and said, “That’s just my note I like to keep with me. In case I need it.”
And just like that—I was undone.
I am so damn proud of her.
And I’m so damn proud of me.
Do You Know Who You Are Without the Labels?
Not as Mother. Not as Daughter. Not as Wife. Girlfriend. Teacher. Nurse. Business Owner…
Not as the role you play for others—but as you.
It’s so easy to get wrapped in what we do and who we do it for, that we forget the truth underneath it all.
Can you detach from the labels—even for a moment—and just be?
Can you become the observer?
Can you quiet the noise long enough to be aware of yourself, in this moment, without needing to fix or prove or explain?
Can you stay present—even when your mind wants to pull you into the past, or rush you toward the future?
Because that is where peace lives.
Not in what you’ve done.
Not in what’s coming.
But right here.
A Reminder, in Case You Need It:
The impossible is only impossible until you do it.
You are more than capable of making it happen.
I know this because I’ve lived it.
2016 was the year I quietly rebooted my life.
I started my consultancy, helping small businesses streamline their finances and operations.
I launched my blog.
I ran my first half marathon.
I planted my garden.
Today, it’s full and abundant—blooming in ways I once could only imagine.
But it didn’t start that way.
None of it did.
It began with small steps, unseen effort, and a quiet decision to nurture what I couldn’t yet see.
So if you’re in a season of forgetting who you are—beneath the roles, the tasks, the expectations—this is your invitation to return to yourself.
You don’t need a title to be worthy.
You don’t need a timeline to begin again.
You are allowed to pause.
To root.
To grow.
Just start.
xo,
Laura
