The Motherhood Epiphany

For a while, the fact that I was a wife and mother seemed so surreal to me. (Is that weird, or what? Am I the only one out there who felt that way?)

It wasn’t until I had been married for a little over three and a half years, had a two year old, was five months pregnant with baby number two (with a miscarriage in between), and moved three times (two of the timed to a different state)--that I happily thought, while changing the sheets on our bed and Ladybug was running around in the other room, “Yeah, this is who I am. I’m a wife and a mother—how cool is that?!”

Don’t get me wrong--I was excited to get married and have a place of my own, but after the fact I felt like I was playing house. And was thrilled to have a baby, but it still seemed like—I don’t know—it didn’t feel like it was really me. I think it all might have had something to do with the fact that I quit working to be a stay-at-home-mom, which I totally love, but there was a bit of an adjustment time to get used to only having a child as company most of the day.

So, when I had my little epiphany I was in heaven. All the pieces clicked and I felt whole. I knew who I was and what I was doing. I’m so thankful for moments like that; they let me know I’m on the right track.