With Mother’s Day coming up, I’ve been thinking much deeper into what it means to be a mother.
Toddler: An emotionally unstable tiny dictator with the ability to know exactly how far to push you towards utter insanity before reverting to an adorable, loving cuddle monster.
Here’s how it all went down. Risden was 11 months old. At this time I was still breastfeeding; however, my milk supply was sinking faster than my bank account after a trip to Target. I tried all of the tricks to increase your milk supply like guzzling tons of water, pumping more frequently, and taking Fenugreek. Sadly, these tricks didn’t help like I hoped they would, and the milk seemed to disappear before my eyes.
In a mother’s world of housekeeping, meal prepping, bathtimes, managing social schedules – and hello! WORKING! – … moms are guilty for putting themselves lowest on the totem pole.
This little sweetie… (pictured below) made me a mommy on January 27th. I read parenting books and blogs. I made schedules and followed them to a ‘T.’ I asked my mom, sisters, and in-laws for all of their best parenting advice. Everything was going well into my first few months of motherhood.
Did you know it has been estimated that the average human being has around 50,000 thoughts per day? (That’s insane!)
You may not have realized the scale of that number, but have you ever considered the kinds of thoughts you allow into your mind? How many of the 50,000 are positive? How many are negative?