11 years of mothering today.
Feels unreal.
I was a completely different person 11 years ago. Having this boy changed so much I feel there is not a cell, not a thought that is the same.
I have been seeing this happen with a lot of women around me.
Having children has made me see how ridiculous it is for me to work in an office when I enjoy it so little. It made me tap into creativity I wasn’t aware I was in possession of. It made me work harder than ever before, outside and inside too.
Part of better knowing who I am is of course age. But a big part is also being a mother. I was forced to change, forced to reconsider, to see and do things differently. It wasn’t without struggle, no. I had to strip everything unnecessary, unhelpful, to look closely and leave only the things I really love. The process was painful, I felt lost many times. Lost and found, lost and found, a little different every time.
And it’s not over. I am grateful.
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