Today I was with a wonderful woman and had the opportunity to share some hope around motherhood. Here goes nothing.
I confess that I am not the perfect mother.
Actually I am FAR from perfect. I have never been the mother who loves playing trains or taking a cardboard box and creating a rocket. Yes I have done both, but honestly these activities grate on my nerves. WHY is this? I absolutely adore my son, he is the moon to me, I can’t live without… but Man-O-Man I am not built like other women.
When I found myself pregnant I contemplated for about five minutes, what was I going to do? I’m a born hustler, not a stay at home, baking cookies kind of mom. But here is the truth, I was tired. At that point I had worked for more than half my life, so the decision to have Adrian was really a no brainer, plus having all the doctors in the world tell me that I would never be able to conceive left me to believe that I was holding a miracle in my tummy!
As my son has gotten older I have definitely had to learn how to be flexible and let go, more on letting go in another confession… Some days are great, some are fantastic, but for the most part I keep my head above ground by staying true to my dreams, for without them I would have been buried long ago.
Being a mother has asked more of me than any company I’ve ever created, any employer I’ve ever worked for or any partner I’ve ever engaged with, it’s intense. I may not always be the easiest and funnest mother, but I do know that at the end of each day my son wants me to tuck him and say good night after his father, and for that I am grateful.