New Mama Memories

Week 7. I can't believe it's been 8 weeks since this little one was born. It seems like yesterday but also feels like it was so long ago. Every day had been an adventure and I'm enjoying watching her do new things every day. As she explores her little voice, I wonder how her personality will develop and at the same time I cannot imagine her being any bigger than she is now. Motherhood is strange like that. I want it all - I want her to sleep, but I also want to spend time with her awake. I want her to meet new milestones but I want to freeze time. I want her to need me forever but I also want her to be the amazing, independent woman she is destined to become. I feel emotional thinking about all the changes there are to come and I feel an intense wave of sadness thinking there will come a time that I'm not the only person she will need in her life. The thought of something happening to her scares me to no end and is heightened by my anxiety. In one of my first posts ...

Weeks five and six.  I have been thinking about this post for a few days now (which has turned into weeks because I haven't had a chance to sit down!).... The idea of how discomfort applies to motherhood. In life, I believe how successful you feel depends on how well you cope with being uncomfortable. There are many areas in my life where I have felt, or feel, uncomfortable. For me, I feel uncomfortable with the unknown. I remember my first few years teaching and coaching (new jobs), often worrying what others thought and questioning if I was doing a good job. Establishing new friendships has always been difficult for me because, despite my confident demeanor, inside I wonder how others perceive what I say and how I say it. I've always struggled with physical changes; if something new happens to my body, I need to know what it is.  And in the era of social media, I will spend many hours Googling, looking for answers or just others who can relate to my discomfort. Or, when...