motherhood

As I sit down to write this blog, my son is sleeping soundly in the room. In two weeks time he’ll be turning three years old. I can’t believe that it has been almost three years - three years of a bittersweet journey, I should say. There is no amount of book reading and note taking that can truly prepare us for the adventure we'd experience as a mother. If there was a detailed instruction manual that would come with your child, motherhood would be a piece of cake.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been that type of person who couldn't tolerate pain very well. A little prick on the finger or scrape to the knee and I would literally go nuts. I've always wanted to be a mother but just the thought of giving birth and having a human being coming out of your vagina would literally scare the shit out of me.