Why is it that when I share space with my adult kids, I immediately turn into my own mother? The mother whom I sometimes resented for “judgment.” The mother who masterfully inferred that I was doing (fill in the blank) wrong.  “If you would just listen!”

It’s different with me. I act out of love rather than judgment. I don’t even believe in judging others. I’m just providing my offspring with a leg up. I mean, how could I, who loves them more than breath itself, not use every opportunity afforded me to loan them my life lessons? Share. I have made every mistake known to woman and paid some price. Lived and learned. As their mother, how could I be stingy with that knowledge?

When I “teach” it originates only from love. My mom’s judgment, however, was borne out of . . .

Yikes!

You feel judged you say? That maybe my enthusiasm for sharing feels like judgment to you? Too much “sharing”?  Like I don’t give you credit for being the amazing human being that you are? For the obstacles you’ve overcome? For the love you’ve spread into the Universe? When I give the amazing gift of coaching, you feel put down?

Surely not.

Maybe.

Sorry. Yes sorry.