Some evenings I reach the door with 37 tabs still open in my head—emails, “quick thoughts,” a tiny mistake replaying like a bad song. Then the door swings open—“Mom!”—and I try to change roles in one second. My bubble pops; everyone feels it. This is the simple ritual that finally made our nights gentler. It’s…
In Part 1 of this series, I wrote about Our Beautiful Bubble – the quiet space where sensitive moms can finally breathe. In Part 2, we talked about Walls vs Bubbles – how to protect your heart without pushing everyone away. But what happens when, just as you’re finally feeling calm, someone comes along and…
In Part 1 of this series, I wrote about Our Beautiful Bubble – the quiet, invisible space where sensitive moms can finally breathe. But there’s something important we need to talk about honestly: Sometimes, when we’re tired, hurt, or feeling defensive, our beautiful bubble slowly turns into a harsh, impenetrable wall. We shut down. We…
