It’s as though I’ve disappeared into motherhood and wife-ness. I’ve disappeared into this wonderful family and life that we’ve created for ourselves.
I’m not complaining. Not really.
I love my life, but sometimes, I miss myself.
Along the way, I seem to have lost a bit of who I am.
I’m spending a little less time getting ready, a little less time meeting friends, a little less time reading those favourite books, a little LOT less time working out.
After my daughter was born, my mother stayed with me for an entire two months. Two freaking months and it was ah-mazing.
I come from a culture where women traditionally went to their parents’ home to give birth and recuperate but because it wasn't feasible for me to go back home, my mom came to stay with me. It is absolutely and without a doubt, the best thing possible after having a baby.