I've been doing some reflecting recently on the first few months of motherhood. I really found being a new mom challenging. With a one year old now running around and getting into everything, I look back at those early days and wonder what the hell was so hard? Babies have such basic needs: they don't move around, you have complete control over them... so why was I crying every day? Why was it so damn difficult?
After careful thought, I think I finally have some answers:
- It wasn't the baby that was hard, it was the reality finally hitting me that my life was never going to be the same, and having to actually accept that.
