There are days when I feel like the worst mom — there but not really here. My phone, my thoughts, my endless to-dos keep stealing the moments I’ll one day ache to remember. This letter is my way back to presence, to stillness, to the version of me my kids already love.

Beginnings have always been loud for me — bright, electric, impossible to ignore. Urgent even. They rush in, fill my mind and body with light, and make everything feel urgent and alive.