The year begun by anxiously waiting for my daughter’s arrival. It became about planning her nursery, her room decorations, baby showers with friends and family, and a birth plan. A birth plan that didn’t go as expected, but we learned that things don’t always go as planned and that’s OK. I was happy to know that my baby was healthy. I also learned that the best things take time, (in my case 40 long weeks). I realized that my body was stronger than I ever thought it could be, but my hormones and emotions were way weaker. I grew some sort of sympathy for my body and mind for the unbelievable changes and transformation that it went through to bring a life to this world.
In 2015, I met the little girl that shook our lives and hearts forever. This year was all about learning how to be a mother. It was a year of learning how to change diapers, how to survive on mere hours of sleep, how to take showers and cooking dinner faster than lightening. I learned to be patient with every breastfeeding moment and learned to love the process. I also learned how to soothe her tears and how to schedule her sleep. I became obsessed with backing up the pictures from my phone in case I ever lost it and I understood that sometimes, I can’t do it all.
The year was also about joining our lives in marriage. It was about compromises, commitments, love, respect, and loyalty. It was about creating our family. I learned to be even more compassionate towards my husband and understand all the strong efforts and sacrifices he does to provide for our family. It meant learning about having finesse with every word, speaking from a place of love, respecting the process, and knowing that things get easier as time goes by. This motherhood gig isn’t always easy, but at the same time, I realized that nothing in this world has brought me so much joy and love to my life.