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I recently connected that some people are hugely appreciative of the way that I clean and it is how I can offer support.

Mentally I hate clutter and eliminate it from my life. I enjoy the sense of relief that comes from emptied (and organized) areas.

When throwing things away I picture stripping away the weight of negative energy and when cleaning I find myself in a meditative state of tidy-toss-sweep. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction of admiring the final product of an empty, organized space. To add a little energy cleansing, I often light a candle or add a cute plant.

At 17 years old, Daughter is finding her way and must do it alone. I know very little of her classes, activities, or social life. I don't know who she likes or who she doesn’t like. She doesn't invite friends over. The few rare nuggets she shares with me I hold dear.

In the mornings as I drive her to school, I sense her preparing for some kind of battle. She shuts everything out by listening to music and going into a meditative state. I drive her to school and stay quiet unless spoken to. My intention is to allow her time and space to prepare for her day.

After a full day of school, she often needs more quiet. Occasionally she will ask to stop for food but typically she wants to go straight home and get into bed with the cats. I picture her lying in bed, reviewing how things went today and preparing for tomorrow.

She doesn't come to dinner. Studies show a family dinner makes a child more well-adjusted, so this has me on edge. I have to believe that she knows what she's doing. I remind myself to trust her so she can trust herself.

I make dinner, clean the kitchen, and set the lighting soft and pretty. I support her journey and the daily battles I know nothing about. I go into my room, barricade the door with my hamper to keep out the cats (it doesn't work), and turn the living space over to her. My wish is she comes into the living room at night and feels safe in the softly lit space.

Sometimes I’ll clean her room for her. She loves her space clean and can get paralyzed to start the seemingly insurmountable project. Yet she refuses to ask for help. During a particularly stressful time I may send a "do you mind if I change your sheets?" message which is code for "can I clean your room?" She usually responds with, "k".

I stumbled upon an instagram golden nugget about how individuals with ADD are needed to create solutions in a society that needs redirection. She is a warrior, Daughter, and I firmly believe her path is a mighty one.

In this one way, I make her life easier. I create a peaceful environment, so she can feel safe to be herself and explore whatever she feels called to explore. Imagine the kind of brain power that is stuck behind these worldly constructs. The world is ready for when her creativity and genius is allowed to expand, Expand, Expand.