Remothering (definition)
Remothering is the self-care practice of turning within to access the mother qualities we seek. The formal definition of remothering is…
Self-Accompaniment in Uncertain Times
Navigating those “in-betweens” and transitions can be so challenging. And while we can’t wave a magic wand to get “there” faster, there are tools that can support us along the way.
Conversation Replays with your Older Teen or Young Adult?
Let’s talk conversation replays. Do you ever find yourself parenting in your head… after-the-fact? If so, here’s a tool you can try…
When Your ADULT CHILD Starts Pulling Away… and You’re Not Sure What to Do Next
For Moms Navigating Distance with their Adult Daughters:
What happens when it feels like your adult child is pulling away after all you’ve done to raise them?
Especially after you’ve worked so hard to give your next generation something better than what you had.
This Feeling Is Not a Red Flag
How comfortable are you moving ahead messy?
The human adventure is, by nature, messy. But sometimes, depending on our personal history…
Tool for Boundaries without Bracing
Ever find yourself tightening or bracing before you communicate a boundary?
Check out this simple tool…
Sometimes WE are the complicated mother (uggh!!)
If we’ve been doing our work to heal from our own mother wounds, and then we bump into rough relational waters with our own kiddos, it can feel disorienting.
So, what can we do?
Self-blame Spiral- why & why it matters
Here’s why we spiral into self-blame and what we can do about it. (hint: this falls into the category of adaptive then, but costly now)
What were you thinking tree?
If the tree isn’t spiraling into regret and self-blame, why do we? Hint: figuring out how it was our fault would have been developmentally wise…
Ever Experience a Mental Hijack?
Ever find yourself mentally sparring with your mother in your own head—long after the actual conversation ended?
Remothering with AI: Finding Language for the Tangled Moments
“It sounds like a performance of pleasantries wrapped in a nest of unresolved history.”
That reflection? It landed.