Being a mama is not my favorite job.
It’s a job that I dread every single day. The work is hard, the hours are long, and being mindful and intentional with my kids when I feel this way is the most draining thing I’ve ever done.
But I know it won’t be like this forever.
Even though I hate my job as a mama, I choose to stay at home to raise my kids. I choose to spend (almost) every day with them, not because I think it’s better for them or because I should. But because I can.
Not many mamas can. And I am grateful that I have the opportunity.
Before I rediscovered my entrepreneurial fire post-kids, I felt lost and depressed. For almost three years it felt as though wiping butts and playing dress up was going to be my life. I totally lost myself in motherhood. And not in a good way.
Luckily, that fire in my belly wasn’t dead. . . it was still there waiting for me to say, wait a minute! I’m still...