I’m a mom.
It’s also the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I’m learning to be not-quite-selfish.
I’m learning to balance my time.
I’m learning to be fair to myself while being fair to my daughter.
I find myself drawn to work with people who get that I’m trying to be a mom first.
And I try to encourage other parents to do that first – priorities.
It’s so hard, though.
It shouldn’t be this hard, but it really is.
I’m raising a mini-me, you see. And I’ve got a pretty intense personality.
Put that in a tiny body…
I appreciate my parents more than ever now.
I’m trying to be a mom first, but I wind up being really clinical about it…
I’m trying to make it more natural.
Not as easy as it sounds,
But perhaps the most natural thing in the world all at once.
Being a mom is so many emotions.
I cry all the time.
I laugh all the time.
I’m super elated and one moment later frustrated beyond all reason.
I’m learning to be more patient.
With everyone else…
But mostly with myself.