I am somewhere in between conquering the world and drowning in it. Please tell me this is adulthood, and possibly you can relate. Balance, I will find you.
I am currently half way through, Girl Wash Your Face, and I may need to read it 7 times. Its everything I needed to hear and how to push myself. Fighting to believe in my own goals in life and changing my self talk. I am a powerhouse, and GIRL so are you! You are amazing! You are the best mother, you are the best provider, you are the best of the best and all those Negative Nancy thoughts can go kick rocks. I am serious! Believe those words from the depths of your inner being!
Lately, I have been working until way past my bedtime and getting up before the kiddos. Being up past 9pm is taking a one way ticket on the struggle bus for me. I have realized though, that Birth/Hello baby/Maternity sessions feed my soul. Its my way of showing you how DAMN beautiful you are, how unbelievably strong and courageous you are, the way you hold your baby or the way you smile when you talk about your baby to be, coming into this world soon, all of these things is what I am here to show you through my lens.
I had been on call for a few a couple weeks, a new concept and learning curve for me. I have always been a “I can do it all” kind of person. On call life though, that was a slap in the face. Like HELLO Morgan, YOU NEED HELP! I am learning to rely on others in my circle, and God bless those who have committed to taking al of my texts messages, I love you. I got THE text message, and oh man!!!! Adrenaline kicks in. Its like packing for the hospital all over again when my first baby was born. Do I need, will I need, I probably need 4-5 of this, and snacks, and allllll the things! I walked to the hospital that day. It was a beautiful cold and overcast day, but the skies were starting to turn into that opening scene of the Simpsons. It was the middle of winter, but sings of fall were still on the ground. Leaves were curled up, still holding onto some of their colors before that crusty stage sets in, covered in a blanket of moisture from the night.
Baby Ellis, Ellis if your entered this world as a boy or girls. Your sweet oldest sister was to announce. There were weight guesses on the board and anticipation and love filling that room.