Let me start by saying: I dislike labels. But there a few things you should know about me. I have 2 children who were born at home with midwives: Ethan and Audra. I breastfed. We practiced attachment parenting, co-sleeping, and baby-wearing. I also started my chiropractic practice when my son was 5 months old, and have since built a practice full of families, babies, kids and pregnant women. Over the years, I have seen how many women struggle with unrealistic expectations of themselves as supermoms. And here is my secret: we are ALL super moms. And we all have our good days and bad days.
I have learned to juggle life, prioritize, simplify, and most of all, be real, be myself, and do the best I can. As a recovering perfectionist (a tendency that motherhood stomped all over), bringing my best game on any given day is as much as I can expect from myself or anyone else. Being a mom is hard, it’s glorious, it’s messy. Kind of like life. These are my thoughts…
“I don’t understand why women say ‘I’m just a mom.’ Remind me again which job on the planet is more important.”