My daughter gets HANGRY.

If you don’t know what that is yet, it’s the mix between angry and hungry.

Like clockwork, if she’s angry at me, it’s often the hour before a meal.

It’s not meal time.

It’s the hour BEFORE the meal.

Sometimes the meal is nearly done. Sometimes I haven’t even started it yet.

This is the witching hour, as it’s been called for generations.

The witching hour is a time when, it feels like, chaos ensues while we’re all waiting for dinner to be ready and on the table.

Zen and the Art of the Witching Hour














As a new mom, I wanted to do everything right. I pictured the perfect meal with children sitting and eating and smiling and being happy. I didn’t picture my child off in the corner eating her meal in anger.

Dinnertime SHOULD be about more than just feeding ourselves. It’s supposed to be family connection. It’s supposed to be healthy. It’s supposed to be a ritual and a tradition.

We can’t ruin dinner with snacks. She’ll never eat her dinner. These are the stories I told myself for a long time.

We do this.

We tell ourselves a lot of stories. Stories that define our lives, our parenting and our families. Stories that MAY or may NOT be true. Stories that we get so wrapped up in that we forget what is most important.

So battles begin. Battles none of us win. Battles that disconnect us rather than bring us together. Battles that don’t solve the problem but help us stand our ground.

After a couple years of this when my daughter was young, I began my practice of being an Abundant Mama. That’s when I learned I needed to use ALL my tools of trusting, letting go and understanding how abundance works. I needed to remember my own practice.

I needed to let go of control.

This battle of woes over the witching hour challenged me to be more flexible, more patient, and more creative.

I don’t have to control every single thing.

So I began repeating a mantra: Let her take care of herself.

Of course, we set some boundaries with making sure she eats a good dose of healthy, crunchy snacks and some water. But letting her take care of herself, allows me to trust and lean into what I need most.

To take care of dinner.

Let her eat. Let her bring her blood sugar back up. Let her do what she needs to do.

Let peace return.

Let it go.

And you know what? She ALWAYS eats her dinner, too.

How do you handle the witching hour at your house?


Zen and the Art of the Witching Hour 2

Photo 1 by mliu92

Photo 2 by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

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