Being a single mom of toddlers and a therapist is a unique exercise in emotional intelligence. No, really—it’s like the universe is testing me on everything I’ve learned, personally and professionally. Some days, I feel like I should be handing out business cards that say, “Therapist, but also this close to losing my mind.” Joking – I see my own therapist, but don’t we all have those parenting moments where we think, What is ACTUALLY happening right now?
Balancing being a therapist with being a mother is interesting. I mean, I know what I should do and how to react to situations, but putting it into practice is much easier said than done.
As a therapist, I spend my days helping people identify their emotions, understand their triggers, and gracefully navigate life’s challenges. My clients work on self-regulation, mindfulness, and empathy.
Then I come home, greeted by tiny humans (or two) who genuinely believe that the worst thing in the world is being asked to stop jumping off the coffee table. And suddenly, all my therapy training goes out the window. (But I do breathe—breathing helps.)
I usually embrace my kiddos in a big hug, let them know I understand their overwhelm, and assure them that I’ll be present with them—even through the screams.
Because my love and acceptance for them are unconditional, and over time, they are learning.
So, while teaching others how to manage their emotions in session, I also learn alongside my toddlers at home.
And I think that’s the beauty of it: my work as a therapist is all about calm reflection and deep breaths, but my life as a mom? Well, that’s more about getting through the chaos with as much love and grace as possible…and maybe a glass of red wine at the end of the day.
