Pages from My Diary...

Exactly how far do you take the quote...”When you have a child it stops being about you and it becomes about them?” Do you take that to the point of total personal depravation or is there a happy medium?

Over the past 2-3 months I have had time away from my little one to do some of the things I enjoyed before him. A friend of mine questioned my excitement at having time away from my little one. At first I was perplexed that my excitement was deemed abnormal. I then began to question myself—Why was I excited? Why did I seem to make such a big deal out of it?

​As a woman before motherhood I enjoyed going out.  I enjoyed hanging out with friends, dressing up, looking cute, taking pictures, traveling, a myriad of activities.  Peering through my photo collection pre motherhood I was a picture queen always cheesing for the camera.  

 Since my son my fascination with pictures hasn’t changed but my focus has.
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As a parent I tend to forget who I was...actually that tense is wrong...I forget who I am.  I think I now have an answer for my friend.  I get excited because it’s an opportunity to celebrate a different facet of myself.  It’s not that I crave time away from my little one it’s more that I look forward to those infrequent moments when I am granted time to celebrate more than motherhood.  Being a parent is a large part of who I am but it is not all that I am or will be.  I am a daughter, a friend, a physician, a writer, a blogger, a crafter, a dreamer, a person who is imperfect by grace and anytime that those facets gleam is a cause for celebration!