If you’re a parent, have you ever really looked at your children?

With Mother’s Day on the horizon, I feel it’s only fair to share my literal labor of love with all of you.

My middle child, Lily is receiving first holy communion this year and she has tons of questions.

At this point of my life, I am more than positive that every parent, grandparent, child, even teenager has seen Encanto.

Now for those of you that didn’t know me at 22, I was a hot mess. I truly believed that I would be alone for the rest of my life.

Picture this, it’s Thanksgiving evening and your middle child has been talking about her elf and his arrival for months.

If you’re a mother, you will relate to the way I have been feeling lately.

It’s a typical Tuesday afternoon working from home. My cat is sitting on my keyboard, while I’m working on multiple projects.

As a child I remember Sunday dinners fondly—not just for the pasta, but because it was the one time a week the whole family gathered.

Recently my 12-year-old, Ava asked me if I kept any of my clothing from the late ‘90s to early 2000s.

For the past month I have been trying to tie up every loose end possible, so when I go back to work everything will be in perfect order.

The other day I was tagged in a Facebook post which requested I’d share all the exciting things about myself.

My mother told me I started reading at the age of 4. She also told me that I asked a lot of questions.

As you grow older you begin to appreciate the small things in your life.

It was a typical day here at Griffiths Academy, that’s what I call our remote learning situation right now.

My life is much different than it was 11 months ago. In fact, I feel like most of you can relate.