For twenty years I was a teacher, and at home I was a mum. I understood children. Or at least I thought I did.

But as my boys got older, motherhood began to feel different.

They wanted to spend less time with me. The little things that once made them happy and brought us together did not work in the same way anymore.

The decisions that once felt straightforward became harder too.

Are they ready for more freedom?

Am I being too strict or not strict enough?

Should I step in or let them work it out for themselves?

It is easy for worry and uncertainty to turn into more reminding, more explaining and more nagging. Then a conversation you hoped would help becomes another argument.

I began to realise that I did not need someone to tell me the correct way to parent.

I needed to understand what was happening for me, why I was reacting in certain ways and how I wanted to show up in my relationship with my children.

Now I help other mums do the same.

To understand what keeps happening between them and their teenager.

To feel more confident in their decisions.

To argue and nag less.

To find new ways of connecting.

And to enjoy being their mum while these years are still here.