05/31/2026
Sometimes the ache comes because things are going well.
This week, my children left for opposite coasts of the country, each heading toward their own lives, people, experiences, and adventures. And while there is so much pride in that, there has also been sadness quietly moving alongside it.
I think some of the hardest transitions to tend to are the “good” ones.
The ones we’re grateful for.
The ones we wanted for them.
The ones that mean growth, independence, and becoming.
Because if we do our jobs well as parents, our children slowly build lives that need us differently.
And that can ache.
Not because something is wrong.
Not because we regret loving them so deeply.
But because love and letting go have always lived close together.
Self-care this week has looked less like productivity and more like gentleness. Quiet moments. Long walks. Letting myself feel the grief that can exist alongside gratitude without trying to talk myself out of it.
Sometimes we need care not only during crises, but during beautiful transitions too.
Especially then.