Finding Your Way

Our first pictures as a family of four; way back when.
Thank you to my wonderful friend.

They say you lose yourself when you become a mom. They say your identity changes. They warn you about the confusion, the anxiety, the depression, the happiness, the sadness, the pure love, the loss of oneself as you knew it. You say, "duh." 

You are prepared for this. You want this. You were made for this. 

But what you don't know is how freaking hard that actually is to feel it and live it. 

I have been a stay-at-home mom for seven years now; this is absolutely unreal to me. In this time, my despair has been real. My defeat, my insecurity, and grief has brought me to my knees many times. I was not prepared for this job to feel so much harder than my "real" job. I was not prepared for how hard I missed the things that I used to do so easily. 

To make it more confusing, my absolute pure joy and thankfulness seemed to come hand-in-hand with the latter. In the beginning, I tried to work during nap times and after bedtime, but my work was quite inadequate. I had no room in my brain to turn the smart side on. I was exhausted and failing. It heightened my anxiety and insecurity. But I craved to feel successful, accomplished. 

Little by little, I found my way and realized that I was getting that success that I craved. I earned it, every single day. I let go of everyone's expectations, my expectations. I held on to those little fingers and toes that wrapped around me, that laughed and learned with me. They didn't care who judged me or who asked me what I did all day. When I cried, they hugged me. When I needed to breathe, they let me. We grew together. 

It took a few years to accept that the old me was still a part of me, a part that could occasionally come out and play. I sit here, these seven years in, and for the first time feel like there is room to figure out what more I can do.