Losing Myself

Every time after I have a kid, I lose a little bit of myself. I wonder who I am and who it is that I'm supposed to become.

After having baby Peace five months ago, I felt like I was smacked in the face with a loss of freedom / loss of self. I have had TWO KIDS BEFORE, so I really should have remembered this. Yet, somehow, in the infinite span of time that was fours years since my last was born, I had forgotten all about that part of the equation.

See, having a baby makes me a different person than who I was before. It's confusing, especially in the beginning, and I'm often left wondering where my life as a mother ends and my life as a person begins. But, it's also good, because, after a year or so, I begin to figure things out and I become a version of myself that's probably slightly better than who I was before. After having Ocean, I went on to become a conscientious parent and a photographer. After having Ezra, I went on to become a childbirth educator and health nut. Who am I going to be this time? A blogger? (That does seems incredibly more lame than any of the things that I've been before, but I kind of like it.)

So, that leaves me with where I am now... starting this blog. (Granted, I've started a blog before, but I never really updated it regularly.) I'm going to do this, hopefully daily, in an effort to connect with myself because I don't want to lose sight of who I am again.

Wish me luck.