
Dear Mom/ Step Mom/ Grandmother/ Surrogate Mother
You know that thing you did last Tuesday? The thing that took about four minutes and that no one acknowledged, maybe no one even noticed? You tracked the unsigned permission slip with several phone calls to make sure your child got to go on the trip. You reschedule a doctor’s appointment so your child could go to the birthday party. You organized drivers for all your kids so all their activities could happen. You remembered that your child had been quieter than usual at breakfast and held that in the back of your mind all day. You rearranged a small part of your afternoon, without fanfare to check in.
You do dozens of these things every week—every day. Most of them will never be named. Many of them are things no one else would have thought to do at all, because you are the one whose mind is organized around the people in your family, constantly running a background check that keeps things from falling through the cracks.
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Your three-year-old throws herself on the ground at the playground right as you try to leave. Your seven-year-old has a complete meltdown at a birthday party, in front of every parent you know. Your teen yells quite loudly in the restaurant, “Would you just leave me alone. You don’t know anything!”
Most of us believe we see our children clearly. We know their faces, their moods, the particular way they go quiet when something is wrong. We show up. We ask questions. We pay attention. And still, we can look right at them and miss them entirely.
There is a common question that we get in our work in Connective Parenting all the time. “Can Connective Parenting work with difficult or aggressive kids?” Parents of kids who hit, explode, shut down, or cycle through meltdowns on a daily basis often arrive at Connective Parenting with one burning question: “Does this actually work for kids like mine?” The answer is yes. 


Parenting has a way of touching places inside us we thought had long since healed over. Sometimes it brings joy, sometimes tenderness—and sometimes it brushes against old wounds we haven’t dared revisit. Lately, I’ve been sitting with one of those moments. My fifteen-year-old is moving through a stormy season: tears, defiance, pulling away from friends, and slipping into behaviors that seem reckless or self-sabotaging. None of it is extreme, but it’s enough to keep me up at night. And what makes it harder is that it echoes someone else from my past… my sister.
Every year, the holiday season arrives with its bright lights, traditions, and a quiet but powerful cultural pressure to create something magical. We can’t help but feel it in the pile of to-dos, school and family events on the calendar, the “perfect” images online, and the belief that our children’s happiness depends on our performance. Personally, I can’t tell you how much I hate that stupid Elf!