I was just saying today that even though I am a mom, I still don’t feel like a grown up. And just as I was laying down to bed tonight, it hit me why. I see moms, and always saw my mom, as completely unselfish people. She lived only for me. Everything she did was for me. She never wanted anything in return, she never missed her life before me, she never wished she had more quiet time for this or alone time for that. At least that’s the impression I got. Now that I am a mom, I know that is totally impossible. We are all human. I just picture my mother, and all the mother figures in my life, like my aunts, as SuperWomen. I never saw them struggle or get overwhelmed. They always had it under control, or so it seemed. And now I see, if I hold myself up to those standards, I will never feel grown up. But hey, I guess being a kid at heart isn’t too bad.
Inspiration . . .