I’m Not Ready for an Empty Nest

For seventeen years all I have known is Motherhood. From the moment my firstborn was placed on my chest in the hospital, every other thing in this world became less important, including myself. I fell into Motherhood with ease, I legitimately enjoyed every single minute of it. I am not saying it was easy—because there were days in which I felt lost, alone and terrified I was in charge of a little human being. Many. Many. Days. Regardless, I loved/love being a Mom. Before you judge me, I am not…

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