What last summer taught me about motherhood, work, slowing down and designing a summer that we’ll be sad to leave behind.
I don’t even like writing that title. How can summers be hard? Summers are supposed to feel easy, breezy, and fun. And yet, ever since becoming a mom, summers have felt harder than I ever expected. So many expectations, activities, and memories to make put a lot of pressure on these precious few months.
Last summer especially came with challenges I wasn’t prepared for — on top of the everyday chaos, we dealt with hail that damaged our home and a terrifying moment when one of my children choked (more on that story another time).
I want to be someone who thrives in summertime. I want to love the unstructured days and spontaneous adventures. I want to be the kind of person who throws her hair up and throws caution to the wind. But the truth is, I’m a firstborn, Type A woman, and “throwing caution to the wind” often feels less like freedom and more like a trip to the emergency room waiting to happen.
In 2025, I didn’t give myself enough childcare support, and my work suffered because of it. My clients needed more from me than I anticipated, and my young children understandably struggled with seeing me on the computer more than I would have liked. Honestly, who could blame them?
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