This is Me…

My name is Christina and I am a mother. Well let me go back. I’m more than a mom. I’m a daughter, a wife, a friend. But most of the time people just call me Mommy. It’s funny how that works. After you have kids everything changes, including your identity. Everyone at home calls me Mommy now and not just my kid. I knew things would be different but I didn’t prepare myself for how different. I was never really one of those people who went clubbing and partied every weekend so that’s not what I mean when I say different. It’s obvious that your day to day life will change. But what I’m talking about is that feeling deep in your gut when you look out into the world. How you SEE the world. Your reason for living. It all changes.

Ever since I could remember, I wanted a family. I was the little girl who played house with her friends and always fought the other little girls for the chance to be the “Mommy”. I wanted it all. I wanted to get married, buy a house and have children. Lucky for me, I got everything I ever wanted. I found my Prince Charming, got married, bought a condo and had a baby. Since then, we’ve bought a house. My son is Ayden and he’s now 4 1/2 years old. He’s the most amazing child. Yes, I’m biased but he really is. He’s stunningly beautiful, smart, funny and kind. I have been truly blessed to have him as my son. And recently I’ve been blessed with another bundle of joy. In May I will have my second child.

So, the point of this is not to boast about what a great life I have. Like everyone else, my life isn’t perfect. But I am grateful for all of the opportunities I’ve been given and the accomplishments I’ve achieved despite some rough times in my life. The point of this is to serve as a therapeutic outlet for me. I enjoy writing and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what topic it made sense to write about. The more I thought the more it took me back to here. The topic of my life, as a woman and as a mom. If I bore you, then I’m sorry. Don’t read it. But hopefully there are other people out there like me who can relate and perhaps find some comfort (or humor) in knowing they’re not alone, as often times us women can feel.

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