What’s the saying about parenthood,
“the nights are long and the years are short”…
True. So true.
Being a mommy changes who you are to the depths of your soul. I’ve caught myself caring/talking/acting out on things I never thought would be a reality until I became a mommy.
I’ve cried myself to sleep way more often from exhaustion than I ever did “pre-kid” about boys and mean girls and bad parties.
My priorities have done a complete turn around.
I’ve discovered that parenthood isn’t a “job” so much as it is a life. A forever thing. Which I happily commit to.
My prior “fuck it” attitude has morphed into a strange constant concern for everything.
Every once in a great while I feel a brief envy of childless women my age. I wonder where I’d be. As if I suddenly I would’ve pulled my head out of my ass for any other reason and busted my ass to be where I’m at without my kid.
I have to remind myself in those moments that if not for her, there’s a huge possibility I’d be in rough shape.
My motivation (zoey) for success is also my biggest need for a vacation, she is my yin and my yang. My daughter is the biggest balance I have in this world.
And I never imagined myself saying this- but I’m ok with that, because I’m mommy.