Traveling Mom

I just arrived to London. This will be my longest trip away from my 2 year old Robbie (5 nights / 6 days). At this stage, Robbie understands everything we say. I tell him ahead of time that I am going away on the airplane for a few days and that I always come back. That’s my motto, that I always come home. He understand the words, and asks “RaRa Plane?”. I reply, No, Sweetie, This time just Mommy is going away, but I always come home. He isn’t happy and it seems he is more attached to me the rest of the day after I broke the news. On the way to the airport, he asks again, “RaRa Plane?” and cries when I leave him behind. And when we speak today he seems upset that I'm not there. 

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Letting Go of Perfect

Letting Go of Perfect


Happy Monday.

This weekend I noticed something about myself as I set out to accomplish the long list of things I wanted to do.  I have always been my own biggest competitor. From a young child in school, through college and into my career. You may call this ambition, determination or even aggression, but I think its actually an internal struggle with some ideal of perfection. What is perfect anyway?

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