I was terrified of motherhood. After all, what had I accomplished up ’til the age of 25: left high school early; dropped out of the small college vocational nursing program I let my mother push me into, three months ahead of graduation; transferred to a traditional university where I changed my major three times and flew so far under the radar I made less than 5 friends during undergrad and even less mentor connections; was fired from or quit a… Keep Reading
May is my favorite month becsuse it’s the birth month and Mother’s Day. It’s also a time when we awake from winter’s slumber; the quiet soft warmth just before the lingering daylight and heat of summer. And just like the tulips and daffodils pushing their bright faces through the soil, I trade sleeves, scarves, and snow boots for bare shoulders, loose-fitting dresses, and bare toes painted the color of seas.
I love being a mom. That is not to say motherhood is all roses and candy, it is not, but I love it. I always thought I would have a gaggle of babies, imagined myself with double strollers, bouncy seats and baby babble swelling the rooms in my house. Picture one in a bassinet, one in a sling across my chest, and two toddling behind me and now you have a good snapshot of my motherhood fantasy at the age… Keep Reading