I had a realization this week. One that shook me a bit. My girls asked me to tell them some stories of my teenage years. So I did. And as I retold the story that is a very clear memory, I realized that my daughter is the same age I was during that story. I realized she will be retelling stories one day of this age and I am the mom in the story. Oh my.
Most of all though I became extremely grateful for that realization. Grateful for the gentle reminder that I need to stay present in conversations, listen intently to stories of their lives and be a great part of those memories.