Welp - here it is, the first day of the last year of my 40s, and while I let that INSANE reality sink in, I can’t help but reflect a little bit on what a strange journey it has been. Particularly in this last nearly decade of mine.
When donald trump won in 2016 (I still have trouble using the word “won” because it’s never felt as though he was deserving of the word) I was a stay at home mom working a part-time job in the daycare center at my local gym. I had spent the early years of motherhood completely immersed in all things MOM. My then husband, now ex, traveled nearly three weeks out of every month, so I was left - mostly alone - to care for my toddler son and infant daughter.
And don’t get me wrong - I love being a mom. I had always wanted to be a mom. I am incredibly blessed to have been able to bring those two amazing little humans into this world, and to get to love them, but I gotta tell you - those years when they were really little, and I was alone most of the time, and there were tantrums, and diaper blow-outs, and ear infections and sleepless nights followed by more sleepless nights, and I hadn’t made any friends in my neighborhood… those years were rough. They took a toll on me. I know I’m not the only parent who has ever felt like that.
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