“Is your life hard, Mom?” my 8-year-old asked, as I huffed around the kitchen cleaning up the 80th round of snack plates since school had been called off for an entire week for the 2nd hurricane in 2 weeks. His comment snapped me right into mindfulness as he unknowingly became the mirror I needed to peer into that day. (Our children and relationships are always a mirror into our next level of self-mastery.) I softened …