First-time mom in her mid-30's tries to sort it all out...
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
What I Tell Myself
Almost every day I think, "Maybe you're not patient enough/too selfish/not strong enough to be a parent." And then I get over it. You have to. It helps that I have this staring me in the face.
He is beautiful. He is funny and loving and busy and willful and smart and curious and I have no idea what the hell I did with myself before we were blessed with him. Parenthood is not for wimps. Maybe I am impatient and selfish and weak, but I'm the only mom he's going to get, so I am going to make damn sure I do my best for him.
"There is freedom in being a writer and writing. It is fulfilling your function. I used to think freedom meant doing whatever you want. It means knowing who you are, what you are supposed to be doing on this earth, and then simply doing it."