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Hi Reader,

It has not been my best summer.

Like most summers, I had big plans. We always have more childcare all summer than the rest of the year. By June, I had a few big goals for Raising Slow and a few goals for our home.

I wanted to garden! I wanted to get back into Instagram! I hoped to paint our exterior wall and garage! I wanted to use Pinterest to grow Raising Slow. I hoped to train for a triathlon.

But I didn’t.

I spent most of the summer trying to figure things out. Figuring out how to parent while in fight or flight mode. Trying desperately to get back into a grounded state.

I talk so much about regulation, mindfulness and slowing down. I spent the summer doing just about the opposite. I felt fraudulent.

I was parenting through loss, grief, complete dysregulation. I lost it with my kids more often than I care to admit. I spent more time repairing than we did having fun, enjoying ourselves. We skipped the beach for hours and hours of movies.

I disconnected.

I struggled every single time I tried to write to you. How could I send an email about mindfulness when I completely lost track of the last two hours with my kids? How can I send a note about regulation and breathwork when I just screamed at my husband in front of my kids.

How could I talk about slowing down, noticing the imperfections, the sweet smiles, the sibling conversations when I could barely even get through a day without spacing out, mindlessly snapping, overreacting, not even hearing my little ones?

In the moment, I couldn’t. In this moment, I recognize the necessity of writing it down. That the writing is part of this story, this journey. Raising Slow doesn’t exist without these difficult times, without sitting down and working through the s*&t in words.

So here I am, trying to figure out how to be the mom I want to be while I struggle in my own world. I’m hoping to give myself enough grace to let this summer slide a bit (while also learning from it and doing what I can to make sure I don't get here again).

I don’t have an answer for how to make it better. Probably never will. As we move out of this difficult summer and back into the rhythms of the school year, I hope to find my way back into my own rhythms (and with that, some measure of peace).

I’m also hoping that if you are having a season of stress, loss, grief, whatever it is that takes you away from the mom you want to be, you know you are not alone.

With so much love,

Hi! I'm Jess at Raising Slow

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