I am not a perfect mother, but the love I have for my children is perfect. Duh. It's unbreakable, unwavering, constant, steadfast. Via this thing called motherhood, I've observed something beautiful, profound and raw. I've observed the ethereal honesty of children. It may be a no brainer to you, and kudos, but it hasn't always been so clear to me... Maybe that's because I've been surrounded by adults who lacked authenticity for so long. Maybe it's because I was under the impression growing up that there was something "wrong" or "distasteful" about emotions... That somehow expressing distress, anger, confusion, sadness, despair, emotional exaustion... was out of line, disrespectful, inconvenient, unruly, spiritually lazy/rebellious or simply weird. I remember in school and at home, there was a desire for dialogue that was repeatedly dismissed. (I had an incredible childhood, this is not to negate that in any way. I've been supernaturally blessed to be raised by 2 selfless humans.) I digress. In transparency, I've done what I can to change the relational dynamics from what I was/am used to so my own children would benefit from more open lines of communication. I've failed so many times. I fail daily because habits die hard. But, slowly, I have learned to stop talking (as much). To observe. To feel. To see. And these curlytops of mine show me what they need with incredible ease & consistency...When her feelings are hurt, Mila says so, unapologetically, and she forcefully walks away to be by herself until she feels safe to rejoin the group. She'll explain, "My heart is sad." That's it. Nothing else. Ezra will nonchalantly retreat from a skating session with neighborhood boys to select a library book to read while they continue to play. He will say, "I need quiet time, I don't want to play with friends right now." Why can't adults be this way? Why do we feel obligated to fabricate explanations to justify how we feel? To make excuses? Why do we sacrifice our own sanity and well being to accommodate the expectations of others? Stoppit. Let's all just stop it. There's such a thing as existing in an authentic way. Have you tried it lately? I'm #onboard.