Lesson 8: Don't Blink

Dear Reader, Like you, I'm on a journey of listening to my heart more, focussing on what's truly important to me and my family, and letting go of the fluff and sticky crap that holds me down. These are the lessons I'm learning every day. I hope you can relate. Join me, let's walk together. Love Brookh


Don't Blink.

Today was like every day; I'm the mother-taxi, expected to drop everything to drive my kids wherever they need to be. 

Growing up in Ottawa, Ontario, we had a public bus system and by the time I was a teenager, we were taking the bus everywhere. Here in Green Bay, Wisconsin, things are a little different. Our bus system is just not part off the culture. I've gotten over the reasons why that's a bad thing and avoided every temptation to work tirelessly day and night to change the habits of a culture I only just entered. I've firmly planted my feet in the snow & decided to find the golden nugget (however deep it is in fossil fuel & environmental waste).

It's a good thing I get to do all this driving (I have convinced myself) because now my chauffeur duties are often the only time I get to visit with my teenagers. I miss them.

Our children are growing up so quickly and while I'm generally pretty conscious about that, sometimes it smacks me across the face, (usually when I'm annoyed by the last minute request to drive them... as it happened today).

When I dropped off my daughter this morning, it was still dark outside; an unsavory combination of last minute fits of, "M-O-O-O-M!!!! I'm late", with ...


For the record, I'm never a fan of early unless there is a plane to catch. If there's a plane about to take me to an exciting faraway land or even just somewhere warm I can wake up at any time...even early morning.

This was an early morning due to a missed alarm clock, but as she thanked me and slammed the door shut, her arms extended open and immediately, I had a flashback.

She used to make that exact stance when she was about 4 years old. Memories began to flood through my heart like waves pounding on the breakwater during a tsunami; flashbacks of when she was little and it was her first day of preschool. She was so happy and free from the struggles she faces now in high school. 

So, I take a deep breath and smile. It's actually quite a joy to be up so early because it's another moment spent with my girl.  

Don't Blink. 

If you can relate, let me know in the comments below.  

We are in this journey alone, (responsible for ourselves), but together.

Love Brookh

Hi! I'm Brookh - a wife, mother and life-adventurer who lost her way, and reset. As a family-living coach I am committed to helping parents have more real, deeper, long-lasting connection with their kids by doing what works best for their own individual family. We all have ideas of our 'Dream Family', but yours doesn't look like anyone else's, and that's a good thing. Today reach for your dreams with purpose and direction.

Dr. Brookh Lyons is a chiropractor, coach and workshop instructor on a quest to walk up that mountain, lean over the edge and ROAR at the top of her lungs. It's time to figure stuff out and become the best darn people we can.

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* Special photo thanks to Ashley Damp