Motherhood took me by surprise in so many ways.
There’s the very literal aspect because neither of my children were really planned.
I was never the type that just loved kids or was really great with kids, so I spent most of my first pregnancy in silent anxiety, crying tears alone, ashamed because I should have been excited but instead I was terrified. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I was certain I would fail her.
But there was that last push after 24 hours of working on her delivery, and I could not believe that miracle had just come out of me. They laid her on my chest, and I fell in love.
Today I am sharing on a dear friend’s blog as part of a series on Creativity & Motherhood. Join us?
Adela Just 