Being a mom is the best, I adore my daughter. She brings a certain light and happiness to my life that is hard to explain. I love watching her explore her world with such determination, curiosity and vigor. She is cheerful all of the time– she does get hangry like her mama– but she’s a cool, carefree baby. I mean this little girl is the cat’s pajamas, the dog’s tuxedo, and my everything! Among the coos, laughter and screams, I want to scream, too.
I believe most women are programmed and designed to face and tackle whatever comes our way. Creatively, strategically, persuasively, sometimes deceptively, we figure out how to get things done. We are strong, hear us roar, right? No! I don’t want to roar. I do not want to figure things out. I have jumped the broom, washed clothes, cooked dinner, made love, been on an unpaid maternity leave, given birth, changed diapers, cuddled, sang and rocked my sweet girl to sleep in the wee hours of the night. I do not want to figure things out. I am having an adult tantrum, and don’t tell me to put my big girl panties on. I won’t hear of it.
Ok, I am calm now. Don’t ask me to roar. I can do anything, yes. However, as a mom and a wife in a different location from a year or so ago, I am lost. I cry, I pray but I am lost and not sure what to do, because pre-Bubbly Mama, I had it all figured out. I had a successful career, my social life was poppin’, I had money to blow (not really, but I could buy a pair of shoes if my heart so desired them), and sleep was gloriooooous (said in my Oprah voice)! I would not trade being a wife or a mom for anything in the world, but I need to find me in all of this.
This blog is my personal project, it is all mine. I will speak about being a mom and a wife, but it is something that will be all my own. Hopefully, it will lead me on a path to redefine who I am in a world full of babies and husbands!