by: Stephanie Gonzalez, CEO & Managing Partner One of my favorite parts of my day is putting my two sons, Dillon and Jonah, to bed each night. Josh, my hubby, and I created a night-time routine with our kids early on. There are so many great moments made in the rhythm of our night-time regimen. We help them get ready for bed – shower, PJ’s, brush teeth. Once in bed, we lie with each one individually. We say their prayers, we recount their day and talk about the best and worst parts, we come up with our own off-the-cuff bedtime stories and we help them visualize what they want to manifest in their dreams. Now that we are spending more time, secluded in our home, together as a family I find our consistency slipping. With as much time as we have under the same roof, all day every day, I think we occasionally take for granted the beauty that comes from the habit. Well, at least for Josh and me; the kids hold us to it (or try to) every night having become accustomed to it. For us, there are nights where we finally sit down on the couch for the first time at 9PM or are up against a deadline and just want to finish it without interruption so your workday is not further extended. For small and random reasons, we may find ourselves in a sudden moment of weakness telling them “head to bed, we’ll be up in a minute” knowing that minute turns into an hour and the opportunity is missed. One night, when Jonah was seven years old I told him a story about a magic plant in his room and how every morning when he would touch it he would be filled with super powers. For months he knew he had superpowers. When our firstborn son, Dillon – now ten, was in my belly our doctors (and the tests) determined that he had a high likelihood of having development issues. At the time, a decade ago, Josh and I had to dig deep to try to find answers. Talking, researching, praying, pondering, meditating and ultimately finding a joint belief that it would be okay. Several people close to us questioned our decision to keep moving forward. Delivery-day ran high with emotion over our perfectly healthy baby boy. Every day our choices conceive and create. It’s amazing what – and who – we influence. I remind myself of this, in small and random moments of weakness.