Word of the Year: Embrace

 I've wrestled with my role as a mom for a few years now. (I purposely don't say identity, because personally I don't find my identity in motherhood). I've fought with the person I was pre-kids. The Free Me. The Contemplative Me. The Working Me. Trying to fit into those pre-baby sizes and get back to that pre-baby body. The Me that used to sit with a hot coffee and write for hours in the morning. With the grieving and releasing of 2020, this is yet another thing I let go. I am on the journey to embracing who I am as a Mom; yoga pants, minivan, wrinkles, and all.