If you're at all like me, you started this whole mom adventure with the highest hopes and the best of intentions. For some of you, you stepped right into the motherhood role and it fit like Cinderella's glass slipper.
For me, it was never that easy. Halfway through my first pregnancy, I was put on strict bed rest. I quit my job and I tried to live vicariously through my late husband's studies at school.
After my son was safely born, I threw myself whole-heartedly into being his mom. Although my intention had been to return to work and school, I found I couldn't bear to leave him with strangers and we were thousands of miles from family who could help. And, I was completely okay with that. I mean, stay at home with a baby, I thought. That sounds fun! I may finally have some time to write! (You can stop laughing now. I was a new mom. I was naive. So were you, I bet. ;0) )
So, my first child and I stumbled and wiggled our way through the first year and half of his life and then... I was put on bed rest at 18 weeks along with our second child. I will let you use your imagination about how THAT went.
But, thankfully, my daughter arrived safely (and not too early) when my son was about 2.
When she was 2 weeks old, my husband left for officer training school in Texas. It was fine. I was fine. We were going to be just fine. We survived.
When my daughter was 6 weeks old, my husband drove us from Arizona to Massachusetts to stay with my family while he continued on to Germany. We were supposed to be separated for 3 weeks. It turned into 4 months.
When we joined him in Germany (which involved me flying alone across the Atlantic with a 6-month-old baby and a 2 1/2-year-old) I was exhausted. But, also exhilarated by the adventure that living in Europe held for us.
Just about the time I finally had us on a good sleeping schedule and the laundry on an endless cycle of dirty basket, washer, dryer, clean basket (repeat), we hit the really hard part of our life.
My oldest, now a precocious and active 3-year-old was diagnosed with cancer while we were home visiting my mom. About two weeks later I found out I was pregnant with number 3. And, my husband received acceptance into the military's medical school (Uniformed Services University of Health Sciences in Bethesda, Maryland). Which, of course, involved yet another overseas move inside of one year of the timing of the other move.
I'm telling you all of this, because I want you to know I have been there. Not only have I been there, I've been there in some really difficult situations. I know survival mode. I know late-night fear about my children's health (boy, do I know that one!) I know dirty laundry. I know wondering if I'll ever sleep again and if I'll ever recognize who I am outside of the person who's responsibility seemed solely to keep our precious children alive.
The roller coaster of our life didn't slow down after cancer. In fact, by the time my kids were 10, 8 and 6 I was a widowed-single-mom at the age of 36. My youngest had food allergies and a learning disability. And, now all three were facing the hard work of processing the trauma of their dad's suicide.
There isn't much I haven't lived through as a mom.
And believe me right here, right now, when I tell you I am nothing special. I am not super strong. Or super healthy. Or superpowered in any way. I'm an average woman, who set out to love my kids and I know that's something I've done really well. Beyond love, there are times when it has seemed like a hot mess.
When I discovered The Life Coach School I was so excited to be learning why it was that I *did* handle some of these tragedies better than some of my peers seemed to be handling even smaller bumps in their parenting journies. It turns out, the years of therapy and the years of being someone who spends A LOT of time thinking (I mean, what else can you really do on bedrest pre-Netflix?) and my natural tendency to write things down and face my circumstances and my feelings head-on were really good tendencies to have.
Now that I am certified through The Life Coach School, I feel so confident I can help any mom as overwhelmed as I was (more or less) create a life she truly loves for her and her family. I don't have a formula for getting the house clean or a magic potion to get the kids to sleep past 6 am, but I do know how to use a brain to milk it for all the untapped strength, energy, joy, purpose and talent it possesses. I can't wait to coach you and help you become the the happiest mom you've ever been--no matter what your circumstance.