These thoughts are barely hanging on — like my patience, my sanity, and my will to keep pretending I have it all together.

Short, chaotic bursts of what’s rattling around my brain. Not fully formed, not pretty. If you can relate, share your own!

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The Tall One

My eldest welcomed me home today with a cheerful, “Hi shorty!”

For context: I am an average-sized woman. Average! But the kid has apparently decided to grow a foot and a half overnight and is now a full inch taller than me. Just like that.It’s honestly hard for me to reconcile this towering beanpole—who flails around like a baby giraffe learning to walk—with the little kid whose hand I was holding not that long ago.

Anyone else get emotionally whiplashed by their kid growing up way too fast and suddenly developing the spatial awareness of a cartoon noodle?

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The Security Blanket

I have been called a “security blanket” at work – by more than one person. Apparently I’m comforting, reliable, and emotionally absorbent.

Which is…fine? I guess I’m glad I make people feel safe. It’s strange to realize I’ve taken on this quiet role at work. And it’s even stranger to admit I feel like I can’t fail at it.

And what happens when I need to unravel? What happens when I can’t be comforting, or calm, or predictable? When I’m the one having a hard time and no one knows what to do with that version of me?

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