The moment your first child enters your life you feel many emotions. In my personal experience, my first child’s thoughts were” Oh sugar, honey, ice tea” moment. How was I going to take care of myself and a child? Granted I have my husband and family for assistance, but the sheer thought of an individual depending on me was nerve-racking. I kept it to myself during my first pregnancy and stayed very active. I still hiked, exercised, salsa-danced, and practiced yoga. I experienced minimal morning sickness, my emotions remained balanced, and my energy levels were stable. I planned on having my husband join me on the journey, especially with the…
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My mother, who may be seen as young by many, bravely faced the unexpected challenge of an aneurysm. One day, while taking my son to the pediatrician, I entrusted my daughter to the care of mother. When I returned home, firetrucks and police cars were outside; my heart skipped a beat. But my worry turned to relief as I spotted my daughter safe in the arms of a firefighter. That’s when I learned about my mother’s health scare – a suspected brain bleed or stroke. She fought through approximately 4 months in the hospital, where she showed remarkable progress after receiving a shunt and coil. After her hospital stay, the…
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My thoughts on being self-aware, self-focused, self-centered, or selfish stem from my mom. My mom has always been the one looking after every family member she could; you could call her the Florence Nightingale of the family. One care she would and could not give up was for her autistic brother, whom she cared for most of her life. As I’ve gotten older and attended therapy, I realized you can become co-dependent. This topic will be addressed in a separate post. To understand the self I am becoming, I must provide a brief backstory. My unconditional love for my mom always made me want to assist her as much as…
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As you age, your body, which was once adept at handling any food you ate, may suddenly struggle with your favorite snacks. Some attribute this to U.S. food, but without experiencing food from overseas, I can’t confirm. As an experienced woman, my body indeed signaled these changes to me. In 2012, I discovered that gluten and I weren’t compatible. There wasn’t a sophisticated test available then, just a doctor connecting my symptoms and advising a gluten-free trial for a couple of months. This adjustment realigned my health. At my follow-up, the doctor presented a choice: continue eating gluten and risk celiac disease, or eliminate it to avoid severe sensitivity. I…
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I can be a Trad Wife…I think I have been seriously contemplating this traditional wife life. My trad wife-ish life would have the additional benefit of working at retail stores for discounts or having my own business. I know people have their qualms with the thought of gender roles. As well as the thought of women portraying post-WWII middle-American wife role (June Cleaver), and there has been some uproar of there portrayals in social media. Unfortunately, my feelings are all for it. Since having my first child, my job has become an added chore. Maybe if I was doing something more in alignment, it would be a different story. As…
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I often wonder when true adulthood begins. Is it when you leave your caregiver’s home, take on all your bills, lose a caregiver, get married, or have children? To me, the boundaries are unclear and influenced by various aspects of your life situation. I felt I fully entered adulthood when I got engaged and moved in with my now-husband, whom I’ll call Doug. My mother told me that by living with a man, she would no longer support me, which included removing me from shared memberships. Despite this, I was already paying all my bills and occasionally helped with utility payments while living with her. I also assisted my mother…
