I moved out of my home country in my early 20’s to get married to someone from a different culture, into a city where I did not have family and friends. The differing cultures wasn’t a big deal but the multiple changes while grappling with the forming of a new support system was isolating.
Three years into it, the marriage didn’t work. I am largely to blame. But it was liberating.
The freedom was short-lived.
I found myself pregnant and laid off. Simultaneously. I focused my attention to pursuing my graduate degree. I believe it was a life-saver during a very tumultuous time in my life. In spite of being pregnant in both my 2 years of MBA school, I finished it and looked forward to a promising future.
Then I found myself a single mom with 2 beautiful boys who I love fiercely but also causes significant internal turmoil in my desire for a successful career and being a good parent to them. I have recently realized I love being their mother but do not enjoy parenting. Sadly, I cannot be one without the other.
I have not remarried but thoroughly enjoying the presence of my significant other in mine and my 2 boys lives. We have created our own blended family, mostly free from the influence of others judgments and opinions.
Welcome to this blog about the mundane, tricky, joyful, inane, challenging, painful, delightful and difficult road of becoming.
It takes a village to raise a child. It requires a village to become a successful adult. It demands an even bigger village to do it all over again.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton