WHO AM I AGAIN?

Today is the last session of my second time moms’ group. Each of the women in the group has one or more youngster at house as well as a new infant to contend with. I am like these women.

I joined them when Milo was a simple week old so all of the infants were older. likewise fascinating (to me anyway), Holden was the youngest of all the older siblings too. I felt like a freshman in a space full of upperclassmen. The facilitator asked exactly how do we make sure to get “me” time as well as I sat there (stupefied as well as nursing) wondering what that even meant for me.

[Flash back 21 months back to when I started a new moms’ group with infant Holden…]
I sat there with my four-week old son, totally insecure as well as in shock with a relatively high degree of certainty about who I Was. I was (in no specific order):

a bossy huge sister

a web producer

a 13-time triathlete

a new spouse (honeymoon infant conceived on exotic vacation)

a person having survived a super-tough labor (44 hours, say thanks to you extremely much)

[Flash ahead once again to that week, this baby…]
I don’t truly understand who I am. Do those exact same words define me? I went back to work part-time after having my very first son as well as not precisely in the exact same field. I started a website (voila Rookiemoms.com) with my finest buddy to assist other new moms discover fun things to do. Heck, am I still even a rookie?

I don’t even understand what I want to do if I get some “me” time. I hope I can discover something from these upperclassmen.