I don’t know your struggle. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about it. I am glad to listen, should you chose to tell me. What it means is, I don’t have the experience of your life to put this moment in context. Without meaning this to be dismissive, I frankly don’t see “the struggle” as the total of your life’s story. And while it may be real, my struggle isn’t all of my story.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
But when they do get into college (and they will), how do we know if they are ready to go? How do we let go as parents this year—on some things—but not everything? How do WE know they are prepared, and what can we do to ensure they are?
Today, my teen will leave school at 10 a.m. and participate in a 17 minute walkout on the one-month anniversary of the school shooting that left 17 students dead in Parkland, Florida on Valentine’s Day.
Our culture has kind of latched on to this “decluttering mania” and “throw out forty bags in forty days for lent” kind of mentality that can lead to a big sense of failure. I don’t want that for you.