This Mom thing is bittersweet.
My old life where I knew who I was and where I belonged is gone.
In its place is a new strange thing that is now my life.
In the beginning I felt nothing like myself, I really struggled with that.
My husband was my saving grace during this time.
I was reading all the books and blogs on how to be a good Mommy, do this- don't do that, and I just felt pressure to be the "right kind of mom".
I struggled with taking time for myself and had this inner war dialogue over every single decision I made throughout the day.
As I started to settle into my new role, I realized that this is my family and the way my son remembers me is up to me.
A frazzled women who only has dreams in the past is not what my son will know me as.
I am learning everyday that I am more than I thought I was.
I can be the kind of Mom I want to be and still feel like me.
My son is my new world and I think I am learning how to be a good mom and feel like a better version of myself one day at a time.
And you know what, thats good for me and my son.