Our Kids Are Not Ours (son’s graduation, photo)

From my tiny dancer, who, at a wedding one year, we thought we had genuinely lost him on the grounds (he was five), but ended up finding him in the middle of the dance floor while people cheered around him, to my comedic, but chill elementary and middle schooler who enjoyed hanging with us alllll the time and got stronger and taller than me by the minute in this last stretch to finally beat me in most all basketball and tickle fest matches, he’s always had a whole wing of my heart all to himself…⁣

In fact, he’s masterfully helped to BUILD the many new additions in it — great new wings, suites… penthouses of the heart, all able to hold more, give more (and receive more).⁣

And, what‘s striking me (has struck me) as he’s gotten older these last three years is this understanding, on a more energetic level, that he is not mine (see “MY tiny dancer” or “MY comedic but super chill elementary and middle schooler” wording above). ⁣

I helped create him and, yes, birthed him and I also enjoy nurturing him, but he isn’t mine. He is something more powerful than that.⁣

My greatest WISH let loose on the world maybe?⁣

My greatest wish let loose on the world.⁣

Make happiness your business by creating your authentic brand…enjoy your business, enjoy your life! 

Life is good,

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Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

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