If someone told me the day before my first daughter’s birth that I’d end up as a parenting coach, I probably would’ve beamed and felt great.
I had visions of breastfeeding my warm, happy baby (who was of course swaddled in cute, sweet-smelling blankets). I’d lay her lovingly in her crib for her 7-hour uninterrupted sleep. My husband and I would snuggle as he adoringly thanked me for bearing this perfect child.
If someone told me the day after my first daughter was born I’d end up as a parenting coach, once I came out of my morphine-induced haze I probably would’ve alternated between loud wailing and hysterical laughter.
I managed to avoid my calling for quite some time, despite my mind and body screaming loudly that something had to change in my insane life.
Through severe post-partum depression, a nightmare of a time parenting my toddlers, 3 moves, and lots of struggle, I went from an air-traffic systems engineer, to a weight-loss coach, to coaching my fellow engineers.
And during it all, I felt like a really bad mom.
All the purpose-finding activities out there ask you “What would you happily do for hours on end if you could choose any activity?”
I was spending hours researching, learning, attending workshops and trying to heal myself so I could be the best parent I could be. I was also downsizing, organizing, and making my home an oasis. I found myself in conversations with other parents, asking them questions to get them thinking about things differently. I loved giving them support and compassion, and passing on knowledge and insights I’d gained through my own experiences.
It occurred to me that I could coach others around this, but I immediately thought “How can I coach other parents while I am having so many struggles of my own?”
Then it hit me – if I had no parenting troubles of my own, if I wasn’t struggling emotionally myself, how could I possibly help others in that situation?
If everything was shiny and rosy for me, how could I empathize and provide useful, relatable information and support?
I’m on this crazy parenting train with everyone else. And I’m so grateful I can give help and support to my fellow passengers while continuing to learn and grow myself.
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Picture that you can do this by adding objects, for example rocks, to the jar of water.
1. To experience this creative tool, choose a container and fill it with water.
I chose a pink glass container because I loved its color, shape, and how it looked as the light filtered through it.

– Love: (large heart shaped rock, not perfectly heart shaped because love is not a fairy tale; it sometimes has sharp edges) I want to allow more love in my life even though loving opens me up to being hurt.
– Confidence, Courage, and Vulnerability: I chose 3 pottery flowers I had made after breaking up with my boyfriend of 10 years. At that time, I was exploring my creativity for the first time in a long while because it had gone dormant. I had to find my confidence and have the courage to experiment. As I was learning more about myself, I had to be vulnerable enough to show my new self to those who were used to me as a certain person and wanted me to remain that person. Now, at the time of this exercise, I find myself once again needing the confidence, courage, and vulnerability to put myself out there and extend my own authentic offering without fear or care about what happens. 
At the time I experienced this exercise, I was able to clarify what I wanted and needed more of in order to move towards wholehearted living. I have since added many of these qualities to my life, causing my grief to become less the focus and more of a connecting part of my story.
While participating in Marie Forleo’s “B-school”, an 8-week program that teaches women (and a few men) how to structure, create, and grow their online business, over and over again I saw parallels between running a business and being a parent.