Here I am, trying to really see Luca, to connect to the intuitive ways I want to parent him – ways that are relevant to my culture of the heart, and my forms of self-expression.

I’m realizing that part of the healing I need to do is healing from the assimilation my family and I have done to feel a sense of belonging (and security) in the United States.

I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time the past few years trying to make people feel special. And that’s not a bad thing, except when I’ve shut down my own needs and intuition to do it.

My anger is helping me stand up for myself, helping me shake the stories about myself – the biggest one being that I’m not worthy of being my kid’s parent.