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It’s Hard to Be Sober, from a Sober Coach
I am in a season of extreme emotions right now.
My oldest daughter is graduating high school in just a few weeks. She will be moving 6 hours away to go to school (MIZ-ZOU!) in early August. I feel like we are still connected via umbilical cord, so as much as I want her to spread her wings and fly…I also want to swaddle her in a blanket and hold her in my arms from now until the end of time.
Saturday was her last prom. I watched her in her gorgeous gown donning fancy hair and flawless make up. I was absolutely stunned by her beauty, maturity, and confidence. I am so proud of the woman she has become. She is better than my wildest dreams. We all know I have too high expectations for everything. Lily is everything and then some.
Since birth she has flipped me upside down and shook me around until I was dizzy. Somehow, in between cleaning up after her, and keeping her safe and fed, she grew into her own being. She is so much more than even I could have imagined. I love her with my whole heart.
The hardest part of being a mom, for me, has been my own perfectionism. Never feeling like I was giving her enough, even when I was giving her my all. Never feeling good enough for her, when I was always doing the very best I could be. The crippling guilt of making mistakes, as a first time mom, was a real…
