We have a child who has anxiety. This is beyond worrying about things from time to time. Looking back, his anxiety was evident from the time he was a baby. He has always been a creature of habit. Changes to his routine caused outbursts, meltdowns, and lots and lots of tears. When he was two years old, and we had a second baby, there were many days when something would overwhelm or upset him and he would scream and cry for six hours a day. This isn’t an exaggeration. Transitioning to preschool was tough as was kindergarten and grade one and… This continued into grade five where we started to notice that his anxiety was having a significant effect on his performance at school. His teacher was not seeing what we were seeing as our child was good at going through the motions at school. He was in many ways the invisible kid in the classroom. He followed the rules. He worked diligently when he was supposed to. No one was the wiser that he would come home after a day of...
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...