Maintaining a Relationship in the Middle of Parenthood

I barely remember the days when Mom wasn’t my name. They seem far off, like a dream—a magical kingdom I grew up in. Of course, I love my title, and even the huge responsibility that comes with it. Thankfully, I’ve survived midnight feedings, teething, diapers, potty training, colds, stomach flus, temper tantrums (whoever named them “terrible twos” hasn’t met a three-year-old), bumps, scrapes, and bruises of all kinds—times two. I am now a soldier and a master at hostage negotiations. And in the midst of all of it was joy—the rewards of parenthood.

I was with my husband for eleven years before we had children. We stayed up late, went on spontaneous fishing trips, slept in, and spent money on whatever we wanted to spend it on. I thought I knew who I was, but I was about to become something much greater.

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