Parenting is a circus

(and I am the Clown, the Lion Tamer, and the Escape Artist).

Let’s just say it: parenting is wild. It’s beautiful and magical and deeply fulfilling, but also chaotic, exhausting and occasionally smells like mystery yogurt that’s been living under the couch since last Tuesday. If you have ever hidden in the bathroom just to breathe for 30 seconds (only to have fingers appear under the door like a horror movie), welcome. You’re my people.

As a mental health coach and a parent, I’m here to tell you something radical: it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay to not love every second. It’s okay to daydream about running away to a tropical island alone. The truth is, parenting is the ultimate emotional rollercoaster and if you’re not holding on with both hands yelling “What is happening?” every other day, are you even doing it right?

Here’s the thing they don’t tell you in the baby books:

What they don’t tell you in the baby books:

You can’t pour from an emply cup. (and by “cup” I mean your sanity, sense of humor and maybe your actual coffee, which you toddler just spilled.)

Mental health matters. YOUR mental health matters. And prioritizing it doesn’t make you selfish, it makes you a better parent, partner and person. So it you’ve been wondering whether it’s normal to cry in the car (and boy have i done this many times), talk to your plants or Google “how to fake your own disappearance”, just know you are not alone. You’re just human. And probably sleep deprived.

This blog is your permission slip to be messy, honest and imperfect. To laugh at the madness. To cry when it’s hard, to learn, grow and heal while raising tiny or not so tiny anymore humans.

So grab a cuppa of coffee or tea and let’s dive into this beautiful chaos together. Because parenting is hard, but you don’t have to do it alone. And hey if all else fails… there’s always cake.