Grateful for "My Thing"

I struggled after having my first three babies. I quickly became overwhelmed by motherhood, losing myself in the process, and frankly, not enjoying those first few months and years the way I should have.

Tessa was my first Beachbody baby. And it's the first time in those postpartum months that I didn't feel like I was going to die. It's the first time I didn't completely lose who I was. And it's the first time I was able to REST in motherhood, instead of STRIVE.

And maybe it's because she was our fourth child, or maybe it's because we had done TWINS the last time (and it's probably both of those things). But I also think it's because she was my first Beachbody baby. Because I had my THING, motherhood didn't have to be the thing I competed in anymore. Motherhood didn't have to be the thing that measured my successes or failures. Motherhood didn't have to be the thing that I PERFORMED at anymore. It didn't have to be thing where I checked all my boxes.

I had my thing, which gave me the space to just be a mom. And rest in it. And enjoy it. And have fun with it.

I'm so grateful for my thing.
I'm so grateful for the gift of motherhood.