Lately, the voice inside me has grown quiet. I have retreated in solitude, and reflection.
Things are fine at home, my relationships are good. I can't really complain about anything.
My boys are getting older, and I'm slowly letting them go. They're changing, maturing faster right before my eyes. And it's incredible to see them transform.
Whatever happened to all the mentors for young boys? There's not enough of them these days.
I've already told my husband that he will have to play a more active role in their lives. I can only encourage it.
I feel like I'm at a crossroads. And that change is coming.
Or maybe, I just need a good long break.