I’m Kim,
Parenting Coach for Modern Families
Parenting is hard.
You've read the parenting books, put them in practice -Boom! It works! You are literally rocking this parenting thing and adulting. You may even take your kid to therapy. You go to therapy. Therapy for all!!
Your little people do as they are told, talk about feelings, do homework, may actually clean something. Then, they don’t. Just won’t. This usually happens when you have something super important to do or places to go. You mentally pull out parenting tips you've learned - and… nada. They may even behave worse!
You get frustrated.
You feel defeated,
and go back to old habits.
Threatening, yelling, time out, punishments, taking things away, spanking, maybe even bribing. The storm has calmed, you get what you need done, and now the kids are angry and hurt. You look around and wonder how the f-:*& did this happen?
Sound Familiar?
You wonder if the issue is you or your kids. All of these parent professionals are giving clear advice and it doesn’t click consistently. Cue the guilt train on its way to Shameville, famous for its Shame Spirals. You get mad- at yourself, your kids, your partner, and lack of support. Then you see your kids going bananas, read another blog, talk to another therapist, and try another technique
Rinse and Repeat.
Look, as much as I love a parenting book and therapist advice (I am one, btw), you have to admit something is missing.
So, what’s missing?
Support.
Does a carpenter learn solo? Does a doctor? You are learning a new skill. Sure, you may have friends and family to give guidance, but what if you don't agree with their methods? I'm guessing you don't, or you wouldn't be perusing these aisles.
I get it.
I really do. I’m a mom and a child therapist. Everyone expected me to have the magic pill. Of course my kids would be well-behaved, emotionally intelligent, glorious cherubs. It was a given that I would be a professional, maternal, domestic goddess.
Listen, I definitely did not project that I was the modern day Black Mary Poppins. It just seemed like my shit was together. Compared to some, it was. But each day was a huge struggle. I had crushing self doubt, two bouts of postpartum anxiety and depression, a house in shambles, and so much strain. Add a baby that didn’t sleep, a kiddo coping with racism in school, and family loss, yeah it was a shit show.
There is hope.
I can help.
So how can I help you? Well, I’m proof you can do this. I’m here writing this out without little people screaming around me. I’ve built businesses, grown professionally, maintained friendships, and nurtured my kids. I believe you can grow as human and parent.
I've spent nearly half of my 39 years helping parents improve and repair their relationships with their kids. So, I'm pretty good at it.
My superpowers include:
⭐ Translating the missed messages between parents and their kids
⭐ Helping people have tough conversations openly and empathically
⭐ Being the realest cheerleader you know
You don’t have to do this alone.
