Meet the Sendy Mom
"I'm a Sendy Mom. I'm a Sendy Mom."— the thought that carried me over the cliff
My 16-year-old son gave me that nickname when he introduced me at an event. It was the finest compliment he has ever paid me. A Sendy person tries things before they have all the answers. They don't wait until fear disappears. They send it.
I was standing at the top of a snow-covered mountain, looking down at the moguls and the steep, icy drop. It wasn't anything I hadn't navigated before. But unlike every other time, something shifted. Confidence had become fear.
And then a single thought cracked through the noise: "I'm a Sendy Mom." I let my skis drop over the edge. I flew down that hill with the fear still very much inside me — and I made it.
At the bottom, catching my breath, I found myself wondering: why wasn't I my usual Sendy self? And if telling myself who I was could carry me through, what other tools might be out there?
That question became a podcast — the Sendy Mom Podcast — where I interview women about what they do when they feel most alive and what they tell themselves when they're afraid. The collective wisdom of those conversations revealed something I hadn't expected: experience can make us cautious where it should make us bold.
And then I realized the mountain wasn't the only place this was happening.