I Forgot What I Taught My Kid
There was a time I celebrated everything. Not in a confetti-and-champagne way. More like a "hey, we made it through today, that counts" way. I had a kid. And I was trying to teach him something important — that wins don't have to be big to matter. That noticing the good stuff, even the tiny stuff, is how you build a life that doesn't crush you. Got through a hard homework assignment? Win. Made it to school on time? Win. Chose kindness when it would've been easier to be a jerk? Big win. I wasn't just teaching gratitude. I was teaching him how to see his own life. How to find proof that he was doing okay, even on the hard days. And it worked. But somewhere along the way — between survival mode and starting over and losing things I thought I'd have forever — I forgot. I stopped counting my own wins. I stopped noticing. I got so focused on how far I still had to go that I forgot to look back at how far I'd already come. And here's the thing about gra...