Did you ever wake up and wonder what happened to the last 2 years? That’s where I’m at right now.
Two years ago I was still a single gal, enjoying my summer and looking forward to getting married in the fall. At 30 years old, I’d had a chance to live my life – I’d graduated college, traveled the world and had time to get established in my career. I figured the transition to married life would be a breeze. I’d had my “me” time and was ready for “us” time. I was also looking forward to starting a family – what could be better than being a new wife and mother?
I married Will on October 24, 2009. We had a lovely honeymoon in the Southern Caribbean and settled down to married life, hopeful that we could become pregnant in the next year or two. On December 24, 2009 we got our Christmas miracle – our new family was rapidly expanding. Wow, things do change fast!
Fast forward two years to present: I’m married to the love of my life and we’re both head-over-heels in love with our outrageously adorable little boy. Life is truly good. However, there’s a little part of me that wonders what happened to Laura? In my quest to excel as Will’s wife and Gavin’s mommy, I realized that somewhere along the way I’ve lost sight of me, the individual. And that makes me sad.
So here it is: my quest to figure out how I can be the best wife and mommy possible while still holding on to my identity as an individual. What’s my plan to accomplish this? I’m going to run a half marathon. Never mind the fact that I’ve never run more than 5 miles. Never mind the fact that I’m hopelessly out of shape after a high-risk pregnancy riddled with bedrest and emotional trauma. Never mind the fact that I don’t even like to run. I somehow got the idea that this was the way to go so I’m pressing forward.
Laura. Wife. Mom. Runner?