No one really talks about this part… The part where you’re chasing a fearless toddler who wants to launch himself at the world—while guiding a gentle old soul who just needs to take his time. One is pure speed and chaos in the most beautiful but wild way. The other is softness and slowing down. And you… you’re somewhere in between, trying to be everything to both. I’m talking about Hugo (21 months) and Benny (nearly 16). And if I’m honest… this morning I was not at my best. Both of them bolting in opposite directions down Bondi promenade. Me, screaming like a crazed woman. A lot of poop. A lot of mess. A lot of WTF is my life right now?! And somehow, in the middle of all of that, I’m also trying to be a business owner, a good friend, a loving partner, a present family member, and keep up my gym routine (spoiler: that bit didn’t happen today). This is the juggle. This is the stretch. This is motherhood. Messy. Beautiful. Exhausting. Magic. So to all the mamas and papas out there t...