The stories we inherit

Well, if you didn't hear and see it enough yesterday, I'm going to say it one more time: ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 ℳℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎! Honestly, can we ever say it enough for all that the mothers and mother figures in our lives do for us?

Mother's Day is always full of emotion. There's celebration, gratitude, reflection, and sometimes grief. These emotions naturally bring up the stories that shape us. Our earliest storytellers were often our mothers and the women who raised us, and while their stories may not have been the most polished ones; they were often the most powerful. They were the lived stories shared in cozy living rooms, well-loved kitchens, and late-night talks that lingered long after the words were spoken.

My mom, like many others, played an integral role in my childhood. She taught me to read at an early age, and I not only learned the mechanics of language, but the transformative power of a story. As I grew older, she shared pieces of our family history, offering encouragement through the reminder that our ancestors rose from humble beginnings through resilience and fortitude. And because mothering never really ends, my mom has been one of my loudest cheerleaders as I've continued to hone my writing craft. What she taught me in those early days - how to listen, how to show empathy, and how to communicate with heart - has permeated throughout every chapter of my career.

I carry those lessons with me as I now tell my clients' stories as well as my own. Authentic storytelling isn't just a skill; it's an inheritance. And I try to honor that inheritance with intention as I care for and craft the narratives I've been entrusted to tell.

I hope you had a wonderful day with family yesterday and were able to hear and share some of your own unique stories. We all have them, and every single one is worthy of being told.