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My cute barf baby Zane! |
I often wished I was a mom that was fulfilled by all
things motherhood. To be honest, I
really kind of hate lots to do with it. Gasp! Ahhh, I am an awful mother, who
could ever say such a thing?! I know that to be completely false. I know that I
am a very good mother. I love my 2 boys with every single ounce of my soul. I
would do anything for them. I am their mama bear of protection. They have my
whole heart. I am grateful for them every single day. I can’t imagine my life
without them. I know more about selfless love than I ever knew possible. Sometimes I have confused my feelings with not
liking “motherhood things” with being a bad mom. I have shared much about that on my Instagram
family page. Through journaling, and
writing, I have been able to understand my feelings and differentiate between
the two. I don’t like lots of things
that are stereotyped with being a stay-at-home mom, but I do know I love being
a mother. I suffered from extreme postpartum depression and anxiety. I really hesitate even talking about this
because I don’t even like to reflect on who I was at that time. But I talk
about it in hopes that it can help any other moms struggling with PPD. I hated
feeling claustrophobic and stuck to the house during nap time. I hated being on
a rigid schedule. I hated that I started to resent my husband when he got to
leave for work or got to sleep. I hated mommy and me groups where all everyone
talked about was milestones and birthing stories. But what bothered me most, is
I hated myself for having these feelings. I never hated my boys. Not even once.
And I also never regretted having them. I loved them more than I ever knew was possible! So what was wrong with me? Why did I
have to have such conflicting feelings that were making me feel crazy???

After college I wasn't ready to settle down. I moved
in with more friends and started teaching 4th grade. I continued to
love my freedom. I went out every night. I was involved with work friends, my church group;
I held many leadership roles and truly was happy. I started running marathons
because soccer didn't consume my whole life anymore. I began teaching fitness
classes, picked up mountain biking, tennis, volleyball, coed softball, hiking, and
basically ANYTHING that involved being around people and being active! Most of
my friends had started getting married and settling down with families. I still thought relationships were
suffocating. One could say I was a hot mess, but it was just who I was. I often wanted to be someone who could be
more selfless and giving. I wanted to be like some of my friends who found
their joy from settling down. However, I just wanted to rule world with friends
by my side, not a man. All until I met Nate, the love of my life. I couldn't help myself, I fell in love. This freaked me out more than he or even I knew at
the time. To say our first year was rough would be a little understatement. Was
it all bad times? Absolutely not! I loved my husband dearly. It was just a huge
adjustment for me. We moved to Arizona right off our Honeymoon. I didn't know a
soul. My family, friends, and former life were still in Utah. I started
teaching right away, and Nate started school. We both were runners before we
were married. It was more of a hobby than a way of life at that time. I knew I wanted kids. I couldn't wait to be
a mom. I had no idea how hard it would be for me mentally.
Just like
marriage, it was a big adjustment for me transitioning into motherhood. I
wanted to be the one to care for my kids so I was fortunate to be able to quit
my job. But becoming a stay at home mom
was hard. Very hard! Just like
everything else in my life, I wanted to attack parenthood with all that I had.
I wanted to “win” it! Only thing is, almost everything is out of your control.
No matter how much you research, plan, or love your baby…you have no control
over most of it! Even if you are trying your best, your baby may not sleep.
Your baby will cry. Your baby will poop everywhere. Your baby will steal your
heart. But I started to lose what made me tick in the process. I spent any
extra hours when my baby finally slept searching online for what I could be
doing better. I signed up for sewing lessons because moms are “supposed” to
know how to sew for their kids, right? I purchased these crazy pots and pans
thinking it would turn me into a homemaker/cook. Only good moms know how to
cook, right?! How could I love my baby so much, but hate everything I was
turning into? I lost myself in the process. I didn't trust myself. And when it
came down to it, I just wasn't prepared. It was no longer just all about me and
what I wanted. What I later realized is that being a mother turned me into a
different me, and you know what, that is okay. It’s all about growth! I had to
learn to be honest with myself. Did I really want to learn to sew? Heck no! Did
I want to scrapbook? Never again. I am still learning to be okay with that. I
am learning to not be jealous of others who so naturally took on that
homemaker/motherhood role. Motherhood
made me more understanding, less judgmental, more patient, and loving. Let’s be
honest, any moms out there know the list goes on and on. But I still hated
parts of my life; I felt like a maid, I didn't like the responsibilities that
came with growing up. I missed the feeling of not leading the masses, or being
on stage. I missed that feeling of
personal growth.

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10K Turkey Trot. First Race with both babies. The double stroller adventures had begun! |

I am grateful to be a mother. I love being a wife. And I hope to always be a runner.