I often find myself feeling guilty about being truthful with others about how awful pregnancy has been for me but it’s my truth. For some, pregnancy is easy and a breeze but for others like myself it’s not pretty or fun. It’s been months of therapy throughout this pregnancy to get me here, but I’m finally accepting it. This has been my reality for a few seasons of my life, it won’t always be like this but for now, I’m accepting my reality.
It’s easy for society to prescribe a laundry list of external factors deemed necessary for a child’s well-being: two-parent households, structured guidance, and the list goes on! Yet, amidst these well-intentioned notions, the crux of a child’s ultimate flourishing lies in the simple yet profound equation of maternal happiness.
I’ve made a conscious decision to craft a life that allows me to bask in the warmth of my own happiness. And in doing so, I’ve witnessed a remarkable ripple effect unfold. Not only has my own quality of life soared to new heights, but I’ve also observed the profound impact it has had on my children.