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Katrina Kenison

celebrating the gift of each ordinary day

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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

I do not understand how this election could be clo I do not understand how this election could be close. I don’t understand how any woman could cast a vote for a man who makes a joke of his contempt for us, who proudly takes credit for taking away our reproductive rights, who calls Kamala Harris the anti-Christ, who brags about assaulting women on the one hand and, on the other, claims he will “protect women whether they want it or not.” But after weeks of anxiety and dread, I’m feeling something else stirring as this gruesome chapter draws to a close — a kind of quiet faith that decency will prevail, that we women will stand together, that we will vote for the world we want to see. As Rebecca Solnit so beautifully writes: “What  we care about is what we love. And we love so much more than the narrow version of who we are acknowledges: we love justice, love truth, love freedom, love equality, love the confidence that comes with secure human rights; we love places, love rivers and valleys and forests, love seasons and the pattern and order they imply, love wildlife from hummingbirds to great blue herons, butterflies to bears. This always was a love story.” Let us make history as we make our voices known: Vote with love for not only what is possible, but necessary; not only what is beautiful but soul-sustaining:  Freedom and Justice for All.” #vote #womensupportingwomen #kamalaharris
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“There must be always remaining in every life, s “There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which is in itself breathlessly beautiful.” ~ Howard Thurman.  A late summer Monday in Maine, a passing shower at dusk, and then, for a little while here, the angels were singing.
“The world slips more deeply into us when we sli “The world slips more deeply into us when we slip more deeply into the world.” ~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trotter.  For one August week each summer for the last twenty-two years, we slip more deeply into to the world here, on the shores of this lovely lake in Maine. Always there is the shadow of summer’s end, which makes each quiet, mild day even more precious.  There are no peak moments, just many sweet, small ones — a paddle dipping into silky water, the call of a loon, morning swims, coffee under the pines, a novel to get lost in, long walks and talks, family nestled close and dear old friends gathered round, cocktails before dinner, music before bed, falling asleep to the sound of waves lapping the shore, and even the lump in my throat as we close the cabin door one last time and head for home.
“A miracle, just take a look around: the world i “A miracle, just take a look around: the world is everywhere.” ~ Wislawa Szymborska.  One of the less celebrated rewards of travel is the slow reacclimation to home after being away, and perhaps seeing all that is familiar through fresh eyes. And so it is that I’m reminded every day to take a look around, to see the miracle of a summer day in my own backyard.
A last after-dinner stroll through Saint Antonin N A last after-dinner stroll through Saint Antonin Noble Val. This small village turned out to be a perfect home base for us this week. And @lauren_seabourne and I are on our way home today  with full hearts and lots of memories. #tarn #southoffrance #joyoftravel #saintantoninnobleval

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