The child I didn't think I deserved.

Lake Annecy, France '15

As I struggled getting pregnant, I started to believed I deserved the hardship. I thought I wasn't a good enough person to become a mom. I recall thinking, "You're not good at this wife thing, what makes you think you would be good at being a mom?"  

That state of mind hindered me from being who I was suppose to be. I allowed the negative view of myself to define who I was, how others saw me and what I deserved - or lack there of.

With each pregnancy lost, my hope began to dwindle. With each miscarriage I began to believe I was being punished for unhealthy life choices I made in my past. I spent many days wishing I could go back in time to make things right.

In my deepest moment, May 2011, I knew I had hit rock bottom. I desperately desired to feel better but didn't know how to get there.

Thankfully I have a husband who talks truth into my life, even when I shut it down and don't want to hear it. I have a fertility acupuncturist who puts needles in me to support fertility but also asks the tough questions and requires me to unpack the most toxic relationship in my life, the relationship with myself. I truly believe God speaks to me through these two.

It took a long time, years in fact, for me to see the labor of my hard work. I began to experience small moments of viewing myself with positive self-worth. 

Roseville, CA '15

When I finally got pregnant and found out I was having a son, I cried. Not because I didn't want a son, but because for the first time in my life I felt worthy to be a mom. 

NYC, '13

​God speaks to me often through Aiden. I'm constantly telling Aiden, "Guess what... You're special."​ On his own, unprompted, he started responding, "You're special too, Mommy!" I have no doubt that's God's way of reminding me of that simple truth on a constant basis.

That smile melts my heart. 

Traveling with Tots

 Annecy, France '15

When my husband and I got married we made a promise to eachother to embrace and encourage family travel, ideally going somewhere far away 1x a year.  

Capri, Italy '10

Our pre-child adventures were always jammed packed with city explorations, picture taking and food/bar crawls.

Spain '09

The amount of sleep we got on vacation was usually minimal in comparison to our non vacation life, trying not to miss out on anything. 

Tahiti, '14

The year Aiden was born was the first time since meeting J and I didn't travel out of the country. Although flying out of the country wasn't in the cards, we made sure to visit places in the US, providing Aiden the experience of travel. In his first year of life Aiden had traveled to 6 US states.

NYC '13

I remember the first few times we traveled one would have thought we were moving out of our house. We packed what we thought were essentials, the thought of living without such things seemed catastrophic. (Insert new parent mentality here.)  It never failed, we return home with half the essentials untouched and unused. As such, within that first year each time we traveled our necessities pile decreased in size and our suitcases got lighter.

Last summer we went on a family vacation to the South of France. To an outside eye, traveling out of the country for a couple of weeks with a 2-year-old might seem nuts. On the contrary, it was one of the best experience we've done as a family thus far. 

France, '15

Unlike J and my pre-kid travel, this vacation had a slower, very loose agenda giving us the opportunity to explore things on a whim - often leading to finding special things we would have overlooked if we had a pre-planned itinerary. ​Aiden was still on a consistent nap schedule so we often returned to our abode for a couple hours midday, which had perks. Aiden picked up some basic French just by being immersed in it, although the that new skill quickly evaporated upon returning to the States. 

Lavender fields galore. Provance, France '15

Aiden may have no memory of this adventure, but I'm certain his life was changed forever because of it. 

 Provence, France 2015

I'm a huge advocate for traveling with kids, no matter how young. It seems overwhelming at first, but quickly becomes the norm. I view our time abroad as special time to reconnect as a family and experience new adventures together. 

The summer I realized being a SAHM wasn't for me

Growing up, I dreamt of being a stay at home mom (SAHM). I imagined waking up early to make delectable lunches (along with a cute note), volunteering to be class mom, spearheading class fundraisers and organizing fun after-school activities - all while being a perfect homemaker wife. 

Then I got married. I tried to be the perfect homemaker, attempting to schedule dinner coming out of the oven as my husband walked in the door. I think in my mind I envisioned wearing a super cute apron, too - which never happened!

Oye!

I failed miserably. I can't count how many times dinner was late and/or burnt, laundry failed to get transferred to the dryer from the washer and how many days ended in tears. 

When I found out I was pregnant, I was working at a job I loved. I couldn't imagine leaving, especially since this job had become my "baby" as I was struggling to get pregnant. I had given so much time and energy into my work that it became more than part of my life, it was my identity. So much so, I returned to work when Aiden was only 6-weeks old.

I quickly discovered the difficulty of being a working mom with a newborn. I was exhausted, didn't have enough time to pump so I got mastitis three times and missed my baby like mad - leading me to resent the job I loved so much and resent the child I had desired for years. I felt like I wasn't good ENOUGH to do both jobs, let alone do them well. 

Shortly thereafter, I recalled my childhood dream of being "that mom" and made the decision to stay home with Aiden.

Cooper Beach set-up, spent many a mornings here. 

Later that year, my husband's work took us to the east coast, where we lived in the Hamptons for the Summer. For the first time in Aiden's life, he could rely on me 24/7 without worrying when I would return from work. I tried to be the perfect mom, attempting to wake up early to make a hot breakfast and researched "fun things to do with a toddler" in Long Island. In my mind I imagined wearing super cute, trendy clothes, too. Once again, I failed miserably. 

My clothes weren't Hamptons chic, I initially had no friends and I quickly discovered being a SAHM is hard. I found myself wishing I had a job to go to, a place where I wasn't pawed at, a place to be alone - in silence.

I would literally countdown the hours until my husband got home from work. Usually that meant he would walk in the door, I'd hand off parent responsibilities and escape to the bathroom for alone time.

Don't get me wrong, my son was an easy toddler. He was easily entertained, smiled frequently and went with the flow. While he had emotional meltdowns, they rarely escalated into tantrums. 

So what was the big deal you might ask? I can say it in two words...

UNMET EXPECTATIONS!

It wasn't until I was in our new home, in the thick of our time on the East Coast, that I realized I had an expectation of what that summer would entail, an expectation that was not being met, leading me to not appreciate or notice the JOYS that were surrounding me. 

Beach bums

I envisioned loving my quality one-on-one time with my son. The reality was, I was more exhausted after a day with him than I was after working a 10-hour work day. My fancy lunches were unfancy and on the go, followed by a play session at the park, ALONE, with a young toddler. It took a long time to make friends, even then they tended to be unauthentic because I was throwing myself at other mammas to fulfill an ache for adult conversations. I thought I would love my new freedom, but it just made me miss my home, friends and family that much more.

I'm embarrassed to say I was frequently frazzled and didn't give Aiden the time and attention he needed, often counting down the hours until nap time, which never came soon enough. 

Blueberry picking at Seven Ponds Orchard

Needless to say, I expected to embrace my SAHM title. Instead, I resented it. 

While I love being a mom, and waited a long time to be given that title, I'm a much better mom when I work. Now, after a day of work, I soak up every moment with Aiden, making these moments intentional time together. Even though his nanny spends the most time with him during the week, I know I make Aiden feel safe and loved, which is ultimately what every mom, stay at home or not, desires for their kids.

In addition, my expectations shifted. I made a promise to myself and to Aiden to be the perfect working mamma, knowing the definition of perfection would be redefined each day, giving me the ability to acknowledge daily that I did ENOUGH, I loved ENOUGH and I am ENOUGH. 

East Hampton, 2014