Motherhood did not come easy to me. We had a plan - a 3 year plan - when we got married. As college students with much work yet to do and not a whole lot of income coming in, we felt it would be prudent on just about every front to complete school and get our grown-up jobs before adding children to the mix. Yes - I was baby hungry like you wouldn't believe - but I was also working 8-5 and doing classes in the evenings, so realistically, children needed to wait.
We eagerly pulled the goalie, so to speak, the summer we graduated. We obviously expected to be pregnant no more than four weeks later. That was not the case.
It wasn't the case for three more years, following several rounds of fertility treatment and a whole bunch of tears and heartache.
When our little boy, Cade, finally joined our family, it became abundantly clear that this is exactly what I was meant for. Motherhood. Every long night, every milestone, every mundane activity, every step of the way, my heart and soul felt more complete and happy than I ever had before. All the things people warn you about - the sleepless nights, the puke and poop covered laundry, the meltdowns, the loss of free time - yes, it's part of it. Yes, some days are hard. But there isn't a single day that it isn't worth it or that I'd rather be doing anything else.
I love that little boy with every fiber of my being. The privilege of being his mom, of participating in his life, of helping to shape him into the person he's meant to be - that's the stuff. That's literally all I want to do.
However, I wear a lot more hats than that. I'm a wife, responsible for running a household. I'm a marketing manager who works mostly from home. I'm a friend, a sister, a daughter, and a primary leader in my LDS ward. All of these things require time and energy, and my mission is to figure out how to accommodate these things while still providing my kid(s) the absolute best of me. Because the deserve it. Because I love it. And because I know others are out there feeling the same way.
We eagerly pulled the goalie, so to speak, the summer we graduated. We obviously expected to be pregnant no more than four weeks later. That was not the case.
It wasn't the case for three more years, following several rounds of fertility treatment and a whole bunch of tears and heartache.
When our little boy, Cade, finally joined our family, it became abundantly clear that this is exactly what I was meant for. Motherhood. Every long night, every milestone, every mundane activity, every step of the way, my heart and soul felt more complete and happy than I ever had before. All the things people warn you about - the sleepless nights, the puke and poop covered laundry, the meltdowns, the loss of free time - yes, it's part of it. Yes, some days are hard. But there isn't a single day that it isn't worth it or that I'd rather be doing anything else.
I love that little boy with every fiber of my being. The privilege of being his mom, of participating in his life, of helping to shape him into the person he's meant to be - that's the stuff. That's literally all I want to do.
However, I wear a lot more hats than that. I'm a wife, responsible for running a household. I'm a marketing manager who works mostly from home. I'm a friend, a sister, a daughter, and a primary leader in my LDS ward. All of these things require time and energy, and my mission is to figure out how to accommodate these things while still providing my kid(s) the absolute best of me. Because the deserve it. Because I love it. And because I know others are out there feeling the same way.
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