I secretly hope my children think that I am this accessible, calm, warm, creative, grounded, loving presence in their life that they can always come back to if they need a love tank refill, a quiet ear to listen to them or wise words to guide them.
I would love for them to say at my funeral that their mom was a safe, trusted adult that they had in their lives, growing up. That they loved their divergent upbringing and their mom’s way of seeing things. That they always knew and felt in their hearts how deeply she loved them, how much she trusted them and how strongly she was there to back them.