Finding My Way Back To The Heart

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to truly connect with our children beneath the routines, the busyness, and the thousand small moments that make up family life.

So often, what our children most need from us isn’t more doing, but more being: our quiet presence, our curiosity, our willingness to see them freshly, again and again.

Over the years, I’ve come to call this “Heart Connection Parenting.” It’s less about methods and more about relationship and the ongoing, evolving conversation between parent and child. It asks us to slow down enough to feel what’s really there, and to meet our children (and ourselves) with gentleness.

This has been especially alive for me lately. Our daughter, who left home three and a half years ago, has been living close by again for nearly a year. It’s been such a joy to reconnect with her on an adult level and to share cups of tea, laughter, and conversation as two women, while also sensing how the deep foundations of love and trust from her early years are still quietly at work between us.

And our youngest, our son, left home in February. He’s about to finish his first year of study and will be coming home next week. I’m really looking forward to that same kind of connection with him and meeting one another in this new phase, grown but still connected by the tender threads of family.

These transitions remind me again that the work of parenting never truly ends, it simply changes shape. The early years we spend building warmth, safety, and heart connection become the ground we stand on later, when our children walk their own paths.

As I find my way back to writing and sharing here, I hope to offer reflections, practices, and stories that nourish that sense of connection between parent and child, and also within ourselves.

If you’re reading this, perhaps something in you is seeking that same warmth. You’re welcome here.