When Your Kids Hurt, You Hurt Too 💔 You’re only as happy as your least happiest child.

I don't remember where I first heard that, but the minute I became a mother, I knew it was true. I've repeated it for years. Not usually to my kids. To other moms.

As I watch my daughters grow up, knowing they'll probably become mothers themselves one day, I sometimes wonder if they have any idea what they're signing up for. Because something happens the moment your baby is born.

A switch flips. You don't decide it or control it, it just happens. Suddenly, whatever is going on with your child is going on with you. Honestly, it's like some bizarre magic trick. You don't just experience life through your own eyes anymore, you experience it through theirs.

I think that's why doing kid things with your kids is so much fun. Part of you is actually getting to be a kid again. I took my children to every Disney and Pixar movie that came out. But the minute they lost interest, I did too. I haven't been tempted to see one in years, although when the grandchildren come I know I'll be first in line.

The harder part is when they're struggling. That’s when I, a usually happy morning person, wake up and know it before my feet hit the floor. The feeling of dread. I don't know if it's chemistry, instinct, emotional dependency, or some invisible cord that never gets cut, but it sure is real. It moves right through me.

When your kids are adults the challenge is that you can't fix it. You have to let them sort it out, find their own answers and develop their own coping skills. Even if your heart is breaking. Does this ever go away? I honestly don't know. I don’t think motherhood ever really ends. Only the job changes.