I've sat on the floor outside a classroom at 2pm, trying to talk a meltdown down - while a teacher looked at me like I should've had this fixed by now.

And I've sat in that exact same meltdown as the parent. At home. Wondering if I was the one getting it wrong.

Both of those moments live in me. They're honestly why I do what I do.

This space exists for the parent who's doing the googling at 11:00PM, who's tired of translating school-speak, who just wants someone to say — this is hard, and you're not failing, and here's something that might actually help.

I bring the clinical knowledge, but I also bring the version of me that's still figuring it out in real time, three kids in, most days in my running shoes because that's where my own brain gets quiet enough to think.

I'm not here to hand you a quick fix or a silver bullet. I'm here to walk beside you, while you build the skills and the confidence you already have.

If that sounds like your kind of village — I'm so glad you're here.

With love (and a healthy dose of red dirt),

Yolande