I guess the most obvious, most profound change is because of Charlotte. I’m a mother. I have a child.
I don’t think there could be a bigger change in one’s life than becoming a parent.
The focus of my life right now is her life. Is she hungry? Is she tired? Are her feet cold? How’s her eczema? Did she take her medicine? How will we get her face to heal? Are we reading to her enough? How are we going to transition her away from a bottle? Does she get enough tummy time? Is it okay that she’s standing before crawling? Will her head round out?
She is a gift, this is a privilege, but man it’s hard sometimes.
And while doing my best to make sure she has a solid foundation from which to launch into her own, independent life, I’m also working really hard on my marriage.
Are we communicating? Do we spend enough time together, just the two of us? Does he get enough time to himself? Do I get enough time to myself? Am I meeting his emotional needs? Does he still feel as loved as he did before the baby arrived? Is he getting enough sleep? Are we touching enough? Do we laugh enough?
And then there’s me. I’m last. And I’m okay with being last because my child and my marriage are my top priorities, and if they’re doing okay, I’m probably doing okay, too.
So I’m a parent, and I’m a juggling artist, and those are the two biggest changes over the last two years.
Oh, and I’m a homeowner, too. Don’t even get me started on all that responsibility and how hard it is to wrangle all the dust bunnies that live in a 3,000sf house.