“You should start blogging again!”

Wouldn’t that be so nice?

Wouldn’t it be nice if I had time to write?
Wouldn’t it be nice if I had a moment to myself during the day to collect my thoughts?
Wouldn’t it be nice if I had anything to say?

Motherhood is hard, y’all. I am currently in the trenches with a 2-year-old and a newborn, and we have high highs and low lows. Some days are fun and joyful and peaceful; some days are frustrating and loud and draining. Some days are easy, and some days are so hard, and every day is different and exactly the same. There are a million minutes in each day and still not enough time to be anything but Mom.

Needed constantly (a blessing).
Wanted constantly (a blessing).
Always on call (exhausting).
Always in charge (exhausting).

Always thinking,
planning,
worrying,
helping,
praising,
fixing,
creating,
watching,
finding,
listening,
deciding.

Always someone else’s.

Being a mom has become such a huge piece of my identify, and I think I am really good at it (most days). But I want to be really good at being me too.