I never felt like I really crossed that line from girl to womanhood on my own terms. Once I had kids, I was forced to grow up. Quick.
Things didn’t really revolve around me and what I wanted, but more about how I could be better to give my kids everything they needed. I had to learn to be more patient, to trust that I knew was I doing, and to let go of baggage I had been carrying around for no reason at all.
I learned what “strength” really means. I learned how to give more of myself. I learned that things don’t always happen on my timetable.
At 24, I finally feel like a woman. Before that I was just playing house, trying to figure out what marriage and motherhood really meant to me. I was acting. I saw other women take care of their kids and get dinner on the table every night and still look sexy and I thought, “Why does it look so easy for them? What am I doing wrong?” But I wasn’t doing anything wrong. It took time.
It took time to get to the place where I am now, where I don’t freak out about dinner and I manage to get the clothes clean and I even have the energy to be a fully present mom in the evenings and on weekends.
I feel good about where I am, what kind of wife and mother I’ve become. I like the woman I see in the mirror.