This one is hard for me to write. I had to write it now because a few months from now it will sting too much. We are in the last few months of daycare and most of her friends are already gone. They all started together about 4 years ago. Juliana started there at 9… Continue reading Can you just stay at daycare?
I remember when I had my first baby, I want to spend every second with her. I cried my eyes out for days and hours when I sent her to daycare for the first time. I actually hated everyone at work. I even wore her teething necklace to work. I am very fortunate enough to… Continue reading No more guilt
I love. I mom. I run. I teach. I dream. I breathe. I dance. I feel. I get depressed. I feel run down. I cry. I compare. I get jealous. I feel. And guess what? That's okay. Why can't it be okay to feel all those feelings and have them sometimes overlap? Why do we… Continue reading What do you do?
I've posted about this before and I'm crazy on Instagram about running- mainly because I'm proud. Some people ask me why I run. I even have people ask me if I'm crazy. I have people (ones who know me well) tell me that I need to start slowing down. What for? Why do people feel… Continue reading Why I run
If you've been following me, you know I was so nervous to leave my family for the first time in 4 years. I wasn't even leaving for 1 night, but 2! The day I left was extremely hectic- a student destroyed my classroom right when I had to leave to bring Juliana to her preschool… Continue reading Kripalu
To the most selfless man that I have ever met. To the king of our family. To the man who always worried about everyone but himself. To the man who truly loved his life. To the man who never gave me a 10 when he taught me how to swim because he wanted me to… Continue reading Dear Gramps
I am more upset than I'm supposed to be. I know I can't make my daughter do anything she doesn't want to do, but for some reason I'm super emotional about this. She was doing amazing. She was listening to directions and laughing with her friends. It was so good for her. I don't care… Continue reading The day we quit dance