Life advice from a 12 year-old

Sometimes my kids make me proud. (Sometimes they make me crazy, too. It's a balance.) 

The other day I had a heart-to-heart with my 12 year-old, only this time it was me seeking advice. I told her I had this idea that was nagging me. I told her that to make it come alive, I'd have to take time away from her and her sister. and Daddy, too. We'd eat more leftovers. We'd read fewer books together. To do it, I'd need to steal hours I'd otherwise spend mommying and wifeing.

"Do it," she said. "If not now, Mom, then when?"

I love knowing she's paying attention to me. Tween eye-rolls and hormonal tantrums aside, she's hearing me when I tell her to chase her dreams, be they soccer, debate, or student council presidential aspirations. She's being supported in her endeavors as she grows into who she'll become. And it's from that position that she can suggest I do the same.

I like that. I think I'll follow her advice. You probably should too.

All the best,

Andrea