Re-learning to love myself

I haven’t always been kind to myself. There are times I have let the noise into my head and allowed it to drag me down. At some point, I thought I was too fat, not pretty enough, not smart enough. I would walk around and whenever I hear laughter a part of me would think the laughter was aimed at me. It took a lot of deliberate effort on my end and people who love me way more than I deserve for me to realize that I am more than enough. That was how the self-confident human being that I currently am was born.

However, there are events in life that can shake even the most confident among us. Mine has been pregnancy and motherhood. Continue reading “Re-learning to love myself”

This crazy thing called motherhood

When my child was placed in my arms for the first time, I did not cry. Instead, I was filled with this huge sense of responsibility and it scared me.  Somehow this made it so real. This tiny being was going to be completely reliant on me at least for some time and look up to me for the rest of my life.  I had to keep him alive and help him adjust to this big bad world. Bear in mind that to this day, I had never changed a diaper, didn’t even know how to. Continue reading “This crazy thing called motherhood”