There is absolutely nothing anyone can do to truly prepare you for motherhood. Of course I received loving advice from my sisters and my family but it’s nothing quite like experiencing and learning for yourself. 

So here are some things I’ve learned in this short 8 months. 

1. You will never be able to quantify the love for your child(ren).  There is no description for the immense amount of love. You would do anything for them. Slay any dragon or climb any mountain. As a matter of fact, I am so in love with Hendrix, I had developed some pretty bad anxiety. But that’s for another post...

2. Take the help. Living in another state apart from family has been my norm during my adulthood. But don't think that you are a failure for needing some assistance. Even if you just need a little me time. It doesn't make you selfish, it makes you human. I'm really not trying to sound cliche, but you can't pour from an empty cup. I've heard that a lot but it's never rang so truly. I just remember feeling too overwhelmed to meditate. Too overwhelmed to do the things I used to do to center me. When I forced myself to take time for these things I started to morph back into someone recognizable.

3. Things will not be perfect. Your birth may not go as planned, you may have issues breastfeeding, you may have a totally different expectation about a lot of things but you have to roll with it. You’ve just carried a life and birthed a new person into the world! You are a fucking rock star. Period.

 4. Get some fuck it about you. This one is from my older sister. Haven’t cleaned the house cause you were trying to get some sleep, fuck it. Haven’t deep conditioned your hair in a month, fuck it! Sometimes you have to let it go, you'll get around to it.

5. Life may become wacky, but in a good way! As you may or may not see in the picture my debit card is sitting in my bra, lol! Why didn’t I realize it? Because that is it’s second home. Running around with a babe can be a challenge so everything in reach is a must. And don’t get me started on how many pairs of flat shoes I’ve bought in the past year. Style change. Still me, still hippie-ish, still glam-ish, still vintage, but oh so comfy.

I can't believe she will be one year old before I know it! Thanks Hendrix for loving me and teaching me. I can't wait to see what else we learn together.