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Dear Reader The school year begins. It’s Tuesday morning, and like most days, I’m up before the kids. My Morning routine is nearly done: ✅ Hydrated I feel calm, energised, and focused for the day ahead. Soon, all the kids are up… Except my 5-year-old. It’s 7:45 a.m. Then I spot my little one, ever so slowly dragging himself downstairs. He slides into his chair with lips turned down, eyes glossy, and sad. He’s upset about something. I don’t know what about. And I can feel the stress starting to build, because we have too much to do and just enough time to do it in. Here’s what I know: this moment is everything. Because how I respond right now will decide:
If I’m forceful? He’ll resist harder. Tension will spike. Stress will spread. If I’m thoughtful? I can meet him where he is. That means: Motherhood is full of these “micro moments.” Even when we can feel the stress starting to build. Because the way we handle these little cracks… Is what keeps the whole day from breaking. Khatija P.S. If you’ve been craving calmer mornings, I’d love to share the exact framework with you. Reply to this email to start your journey. |
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