Iâm a Mom in the trenches, just like you. Every single day, Iâm trying to give my kids the parent I needed and deserved when I was a kid.
Like so many of us, I was a "good" kid. I followed the rules, kept the peace, did what was expected of me⌠and spent most of my life drowning in perfectionism, people pleasing, codependency, and vicious self-hate.
When I decided to have kids, I was determined to heal. I didnât want them to carry the same wounds I had spent years untangling. I didnât want them to struggle with feeling ânot good enough,â with second-guessing themselves, with battling the same inner voice that told me I had to earn love by being perfect.
And let me tell youânothing has tested that healing more than my childâs disrespect.
I thought I was prepared. I thought I had done the work. But the first time my child talked back to me, rolled their eyes, or flat-out refused to listen, something inside me snapped. I felt a rage I didnât even know was there.
And in those moments, I wanted to do things I swore I would never do.
I wanted to shut it down. I wanted to give them the Silent Treatment. And that realization gutted meâbecause I knew what that felt like as a kid. I knew the pit in the stomach, the desperate attempts to fix it, the deep, gut-wrenching feeling of being âtoo muchâ or ânot enough.â
And yet⌠there I was. About to pass it down.
Thatâs when it hit me.
This is how generational trauma works.
I wasnât a bad mom. I was a mom whose nervous system was wired to see "disrespect" as a threat. I was a mom who had been conditionedâjust like so many of usâto shut it down. To demand obedience. To do whatever it took to make my kid stop.
Not because I wanted to be harsh. But because no one ever taught me another way.
So I dug in. I went deeper into my healing than ever before. I learned what was actually happening in my childâs brain when they were being âdisrespectful.â I learned how to hold my boundaries with loveâwithout snapping, without shame, and without backing down. And it changed everything.
It changed my parenting. It changed my child. It changed me.
And now, I get to teach it to you.