The Light of My Life


I have been thinking a lot about being a mother lately. What it means for me now as well as the implications it has for my future. I think about fights I had with my own mother as a teen and I dread the day that Tate can see my faults and is mad enough to call me out on them.

But for now, this kid is honestly the light of my life. As much as I may complain about bad nights, the crabby days, and even the lazy eating; I could not possibly imagine this point in my life without him. In many ways, it feels like my entire life has been leading me to where I am right now a stay-at-home mom with the most amazing baby I could ever imagine (biased much?).

I can understand why once all of my friends had kids, all they could do was ask when I would be joining them as a mom. As someone who’s consciously waiting to have kids for any reason (or even worse, is a woman desperately trying to get pregnant) that might be the most annoying thing to hear. But now that I am a mom I find myself wondering what people are waiting for.

Right now, I am so grateful for my sweet Tate and for the opportunity to be at home with him. I am also incredibly grateful to be married to such a wonderful man. I swear he has waited his entire life to be a father, and he jumped in with two feet right along with me.

Parenthood has absolutely changed my life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.