I have been lost in the turbulent sea of new mommy hood. It is a confusing time. I was just getting to know who I am. Now I have a new role, this person I expect myself to be. Women put so much pressure on themselves to be perfect. I want so much to be the perfect Mom, but I have no idea what I am doing. I'm making it up as I go. In some cases googling as I go. I realize that I don't have to be perfect. I just have to be me. I have to be honest and accept what I don't know, learn from it, and move on. I also have to realize that I'm not just a Mom. I am an artist, a writer, a wife, a teacher, and even that goofy kid I was in high school.
I have always wondered how my Mom did everything. It seemed as if she could anticipate my every need. Now I am faced with my expectations of what it means to be a Mom and I have come to the conclusion that I am not her and I have to find my own way. I won't be perfect, but I will do the best I can.
No comments:
Post a Comment