When I was a stay at home mom with my oldest, Riley, I was drowning.
Barely keeping my head above water.
Every single morning, I’d lay on the playroom floor while she played around me. Unable to motivate myself enough to get up and DO something. Then by afternoon, the reality of our house would hit and I would plop her in front of the tv and clean like a mad woman - barely making a dent.
Sometimes I would just get so overwhelmed that I would just pretend the messes weren’t there. It was almost paralyzing thinking about beginning, so I just wouldn’t.
And you know what I regret the most about that?
That instead of being present for my time home with her, I was simply surviving.
I wasn’t able to enjoy her fully and be super intentional and purposeful, I was just trying to stay awake and keep her alive through another day.
And the thing is, seasons of survival are 100% normal.....
.....but YEARS of it don’t have to be.
Now that I have the privilege of...