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Katrina Kenison

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my parenting journey

Hello, and welcome.

I’m honored to meet you here on this lifelong path of parenthood. I am the mother of two sons, now 26 and nearly 29 (how did that happen?) and the author of four books that trace the seasons of family life, from the long days and short years of early childhood through the challenges of crafting new, adult relationships with fully grown offspring. (For a sampling of my most popular posts about parenthood, click on any of the highlighted links. Scroll down to the bottom of this page to find the rest of my parenting archive.)

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When my two sons were small, it dawned on me: if I rushed through life, I’d miss it. Writing has always been a way to stay in touch with my wiser self, a chance to pause each day and drop into the moment — right here, right now. But it was my children who finally gave me my subject. Simply by being themselves, they reminded me of something that, deep inside, I already knew: a good life isn’t about getting somewhere amazing but rather about learning to travel well.

I’m not a parenting expert, a family therapist, a mindfulness guru, or a researcher with data at my fingertips. I’m not a perfect mother (far from it) and I would never tell you how to raise your kids (mine aren’t perfect either).

But I will share my life with you. I’ll open the door of my house and invite you in. I’ll tell you some stories of my family — what I struggle with, what I fear, and what makes my heart break, as well as what fills it with joy. In the process, maybe we’ll both come to feel a little less alone, and a little more grateful for the fleeting, precious, wonderfully messy, blessedly mundane lives we already have.

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My first book, Mitten Strings for God: Reflections for Mother’s in a Hurry, began as a series of meditations, the inspiration I needed to do less and play more. Instead of cramming our days with activities, I experimented with un-scheduling, nurturing and protecting our quiet hours together instead. Slowly, I learned what I needed to know. Each moment is precious. Simplicity is a choice. Doing less, we appreciate more. And so I wrote about that, about how our family life was transformed by intention and how, in the process, I was transformed, too. I realized I actually did have the one thing I wanted most of all: time to enjoy my children as children. Time to play games on the floor, daydream, and read aloud at bedtime.

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Of course, my sons had the audacity to grow up anyway. And pretty soon I had to face the fact that this challenging, fulfilling, ever-shifting family life we had — two kids, two parents, and a dog, all under one roof — wasn’t the whole story after all, but just a chapter, one that would end too soon.

I made a video that went viral all over the world, but I couldn’t stop the march of time. And there was still so much to do. I wanted my sons to know that who they are is more important than the sum of their accomplishments. I wanted them to understand there are lots of different ways to define “success” and not all of them can be graded or listed on a resume. (This notion is gaining traction; read the The New York Times article here.) Meanwhile, I tried to figure out when to bend, when to dig in, and how to keep faith in my children’s best selves — even when those selves weren’t much in evidence.

As my husband and I navigated the ups and downs of the teenage years, I learned a few hard lessons about stepping back and asking for help, holding on and letting go (in a nutshell: hold on to values; let go of outcomes). I learned to find beauty in small moments and to appreciate The Gift of an Ordinary Day with my teenaged boys.

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And then they were gone. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore, if I was no longer the same person I used to be, that 24/7 zip-your-jacket-here’s-a-sandwich mom who put her children’s needs before her own. Missing everything that was over, including my own younger, more attractive, more energetic self, I looked around at our empty nest and wondered, “What now?”

From that raw and tender place, I set off in search of some answers. What I found, as I wrote my way into and out of the darkness, was that I could learn to live with the questions. (As it turns out, not all journeys require plane tickets and six pairs of shoes; sometimes the greatest adventure of all is the adventure inwards.)

My most book Magical Journey led me not to explorations of mountain peaks or foreign shores, but to some surprising discoveries within myself – vulnerability, deeper faith, new relationships with my grown sons, and a bit more comfort with uncertainty. And that’s where the contentment comes in, a state that can’t ever be bought or acquired or found — but that can always be cultivated from within, right here, right now, simply by coming home to the present moment.

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My own journey as a mother has been a long, slow awakening – to the person I was always meant to be. Perhaps it is the same for you.

“Our relationships – with ourselves and with each other – need time if they are to flourish. Parents and children alike need time for solitude, time to stretch and think and wonder, time to become acquainted with ourselves and with the world around us. And parents and children need sacred time together, time that is carved out of busy lives, protected and honored but not scheduled. Time, instead, for just being.” –KK

Here, some of the parenting posts that have resonated most deeply with you — my fellow travelers on this exhilarating, demanding, rewarding path of parenthood. It is my pleasure to walk at your side.

• As my sons grow up and away from me, I treasure every moment of togetherness, even a rare return to Halloween Shopping.

• The best birthday celebration? Maybe one that’s just about being together, as I realized when my “baby” turned Seventeen.

• Parting doesn’t ever get easier, but I’m learning to make fragile peace with Good-byes.

• Are video games taking the place of real life in your family? Some reflections here on Technology and a Boy on the Brink of Adulthood.

• I still miss the little boys my sons used to be, but I can finally embrace our “here and now” as well.

• The greatest gift I can give my family is to cultivate serenity, in my heart and in our home. Reclaiming peace is always a worthy practice.

• My greatest parenting challenge? Practicing the art of non-attachment. These time-tested tips help me be the parent I want to be.

Click here to visit my entire parenting archive. My sons keep growing, we keep learning from one another — and this trove of memories and observations and reflections continues to expand.

Looking for more parenting guidance? These are the books that shed light on the path for me:

You are Your Child’s First Teacher by Rahima Baldwin

Whole Child/Whole Parent by Polly Berrien Berends

The Intentional Family: Simple Rituals to Strengthen Family Ties by William Doherty

Simplicity Parenting by Kim John Payne (Read my post about this fine book here).

The Geography of Childhood: Why Children Need Wild Places by Gary Paul Nabhan and Stephen Trimble

Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood by Karen Maezen Miller

Confident Parents, Remarkable Kids: 8 Principles for Raising Kids You’ll Love to Live With by Bonnie Harris (Read my post about Bonnie here.)

 Nurturing the Soul of Your Family by Renee Peterson Trudeau

The Way to Start a Day The way to start a day is t The Way to Start a Day The way to start a day is this: Go outside and face the east and greet the sun with some kind of blessing or chant or song that you made yourself and keep for early morning. 

The way to make the song is this: Don't try to think what words to use until you're standing there alone. When you feel the sun you'll feel the song, too. Just sing it... 

A morning needs to be sung to. A new day needs to be honored... 

Your song will be an offering and you'll be one more person in one more place at one more time in the world saying hello to the sun, letting it know you are there. If the sky turns a color sky never was before just watch it. That's part of the magic. That's the way to start a day. 

~ Byrd Baylo
As I begin to think of myself as a cancer survivor As I begin to think of myself as a cancer survivor, with all the gratitude and uncertainty that phrase contains, turning 67 feels like a milestone, a time to reflect on what it all means. I spent my birthday writing -- a gift to myself, and to you, too. A new blog post is up on my site, please come visit. (Also, I'm giving away a book I love!) https://www.katrinakenison.com/2025/10/04/you-cant-have-it-all/
“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the s “The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.” “ ~ E. B. White, “Charlotte’s Web.” It is surely the most poignant soundtrack of our year, and these nights I step outside before bed to listen with my whole body. Sad, yes, but never monotonous.  #crickets #autumn
“It is this way with wonder: it takes a bit of pat “It is this way with wonder: it takes a bit of patience, and it takes putting yourself in the right place at the right time. It requires that we be curious enough to forgo our small distractions in order to find the world.” ~ Aimee Nezhukumatathil.  Stepping outside at dusk tonight, we found ourselves in the right place. #maine #baileyisland #wonder #sunset #summer
“One of those days where you listen long enough to “One of those days where you listen long enough to the sound of sea birds & the water & the wind & you give up words for a while because none of them are big enough.” ~ Brian Andreas.  To rise early on a summer morning  is always a happiness.  But after two and a half weeks of elevating my leg and staying off my feet, a slow walk to the beach at dawn  felt like a pilgrimage, a return to myself.  What a gift it is to heal, to know our bodies will do their best to become whole, and to feel strength and energy return.  #Healing
Since my most recent surgery a week ago, I've been Since my most recent surgery a week ago, I've been spending my days right here, with my bandaged leg elevated above my heart. Suddenly, there is time -- to think, to remember, to write my way into a new way of being. It's been a long time since I posted on my blog, but there's a new essay there now. (Link in my profile.)

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