I don’t have children. I want to say that at the start, plainly, because it matters. I’m not writing this from the inside of parenthood. I haven’t been woken at 3am by a small person who needs something only I can give — or had to strip a bed and scrub projectile vomit off the…
Some people think resilience looks like pushing through exhaustion. Like showing up no matter what, always striving, always doing. Falling down and bouncing straight back up — faster each time, stronger each time, never letting anyone see the effort it takes. But what if that version of resilience is part of the problem? What if…