So the first year of motherhood officially kicked my butt… there’s no two ways about it! At least that’s how I feel, but apparently this just means you persevered and that you actually won! How crazy? Apparently, with motherhood, its more the small victories then anything else. Baby opted to pick up the fruit from the floor and put it into his mouth himself? That’s a win… he fed himself. He peed on the hallway floor while walking himself to the bathroom for his morning bath? You won, he’s not fighting early morning bath time.
Small steps, small victories. That’s also lowkey been my mantra in life the past rollercoaster of a year. I built this blog at a time my life was in a lot of turmoil and chaos, and the only way I knew how to push through was to start something, to do something, essentially to keep busy. Fortunately (though back then it seemed unfortunate), I just couldn’t muster up the energy, or the capacity to meaningfully engage on any platform, let alone a new one. So I quietly, slipped into a slow life, where work, baby milestones and family were all that mattered.
As a city mom who loves a good brunch, even that was exhausting to me, and so I really just ignored everything that exhausted me (except my baby of course haha) but it really taught me the power of slow living, intentional living, and most importantly it helped me slow down enough to start healing.
So now it’s a year later, I’ve officially got a 15 month-old… in daycare, I’ve got a Masters degree in hand, and I’m still lucky enough to have the best husband. I’m healing and it’s a process, but it’s at a place where life has color again for me… so yes mommy brunches are about to be a thing, I’m dusting off all the outfits, and I’m about to be out and about again!
