The age old question. Who am I? A question we start asking ourselves when we’re a teenager. A question I thought I’d have figured out by now. A question I’ve learned is ever evolving. I was a career woman. I was valued for my professional contributions. I thrived and I LOVED it. Then, I decided I wanted to try my hand at this mom-thing.
No one prepares you for this grueling, challenging yet also gratifying vocation, and that’s what it is, a more than full-time vocation…just minus the pay and occasionally some needed recognition. I was fortunate enough to be able to leave my paying vocation to take on raising tiny humans. I may have days I less-than-secretly wish I could leave the mess, toddler tantrums, crying babies, piles of laundry and dirty dishes to someone else. I may even occasionally day dream of getting to dress up, dust off those high heels, style my hair…wait, let me start over and let’s get real. I may occasionally day dream of merely finding the time for a hot shower, brushing my hair, and rocking a single set of clothes an entire day without being used as a walking napkin or burp rag. Honestly though, I feel INCREDIBLY blessed I get to be called a Mom and count my stars I have two beautiful girls. Two miracles who I get to nurture and raise to *fingers crossed* be wonderfully amazing confident young women.
I guess, that’s who I am in this particular season of life. A mother, a wife, a woman searching for the simple, the real, and the joy in life. I signed on to blog about my journeys and adventures navigating being a mom to help others new to the game or new to town. Ideally, also striving to provide some honesty to counter the all too prevalent mom-shaming that has polluted our community. I hope you’ll find my random medley of works offer you something to take away into your equally crazy lives and we can find a way to coexist briefly in our locked bathrooms or solitude of post-bedtimes to share in finding a little joy together.