It starts with me.
What seems to be just as instrumental in building up (or tearing down) our kidsβ self-esteem is so much subtler than I could have predicted: While the words are important, the intention behind my words probably matter more. Children are little detectives, constantly analyzing our tone of voice, facial expressions, and body language to convey meaningβand all it takes is a quick roll of the eyes, an escaped sigh, or a fake smile through gritted teeth to turn βTry it like this instead,β into βYou never do anything right.β This is chaos theory at its finest, and I am the butterfly.
The childcare conundrum.
Did you know that the average cost for full-time daycare in the United States is $1,100 per month? And thatβs IF you can manage to snag an open spot! Weβve built a system that only rich people can opt into, leaving low-income Americans without any options. In other countries around the world, like Denmark and France, childcare is heavily subsidized by the government and surpasses ours in quality.
On turning 30.
Maybe you wouldnβt even be able to tell from the outside looking in that I am a complete wreck ninety percent of the time. After all, Iβve got the cute husband and the starter house in the βburbs and the work-from-home job that I love. Iβve got the family Iβve always imagined, enough money to live comfortably, and even a bit of travel occasionally thrown in the mix. As my best friend recently reminded me, Iβm living the life I once prayed desperately for. So why does it seem like Iβm stuck in survival mode?