Kids lose stuff. They screw up. That’s how they learn.

Kids lose stuff. They screw up. That’s how they learn.
Everyone’s got their own version of clean.
The Starry Night painting was elusive when we visited the museum.
Sometimes it’s the smallest things—a lost toy or a $6 parking fee—that push us over the edge. In this honest reflection, I share a story about a tough day in NYC, a quietly heartbroken child, and the quiet strength it takes to learn, let go, and move forward. A reminder to all busy moms: it’s okay to feel it all—and then choose peace anyway.
Who doesn’t love a good mystery? My youngest son after our latest trip to NYC, that’s who…. When I was a kid, my mother and my aunt would take my cousins and me on Mystery Rides. We’d hop in my aunt’s wood paneled station wagon and go somewhere fun, but we didn’t know...