Heather is the writer behind the food blog Heather’s Dish and the coordinator of the beauty blog Faces of Beauty. She avidly writes about her love of food and life and encourages women to see their true beauty. Heather and her husband brought their son Weston into the world on March 8, 2012. You can find more at Heather’s personal blogs, www.heathersdish.com and www.facesofbeauty.org or send her a tweet at @heathersdish.
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was leave the house for the first time without my 4-week old son. It’s funny: it wasn’t hard because I was going to miss him, although I certainly did miss him. It’s funny because I did not know what to do with myself. After 4 weeks of nursing every 3 hours, changing diapers and getting little to no sleep I didn’t even know what I liked to do anymore. And more importantly I didn’t feel like I knew who I was.
I have not actually shared that story with anyone except my husband, the amazing man who forced me to leave and start to figure out who I am as a woman with a baby. The woman that I was is no longer the woman that I am, but coming to that realization was hard. Now that there has been some time to marinate in my new reality I’ve come to understand that just as we continue to grow older and allow life to change, we too change with it.
Yes, leaving the house was hard that first time around. And you know what I did? The wild child I am cried all the way to the grocery store and bought groceries, then cried all the way home. When I got home I sulked the rest of day, wallowing in the fact that the woman that I now am is still a mystery to me.
The woman I am now is a new beginning. It’s a chance to take the things from the old pre-baby me that I love and leave the things I don’t love behind. It’s a chance to redefine my priorities and to see life differently. It’s a chance to understand that I am now responsible for helping raise a little boy who is loving, strong, humble, tolerant and happy. And that, my beautiful friends, is the woman I was always striving to be.
Funny how life happens, and it all starts with leaving the house.