While we welcome August and I’m planning my son’s 1st birthday party, I’ve been reflecting on what a year it’s been.  My first year as a mom has been very different than I ever expected.

I lived a full life before I decided to have a baby.  I worked for a fortune 100 company for 11 years, I started a business, I traveled to fabulous places with my husband, and generally lived a carefree life.  There’s nothing I couldn’t handle, right?  People told me babies were a lot of work, but really, I’m a hard worker.  Don’t hate me for this, but I kind of always wondered what stay at home moms did all day.  When I was in my mid 20’s and before any of us had kids, I remember talking to my girlfriends about how we were going to meet for lunch and take tennis lessons when we were stay at home moms.  Let me just say, I texted one of these girlfriends when my son was a couple of months old and asked her what we had planned on doing with our babies during tennis lessons.  What were we thinking?!

Maybe I can reflect a little bit more now, because my son is finally sleeping through the night (yes, probably God’s way of getting me for wondering what stay at home moms did all day).  I’m trying to be a stay at home mom and a boutique owner.  I juggle it by occasionally taking him to the store with me, and I work when he’s napping.  I do a lot of my buying while he’s napping.  People told me that babies sleep a lot, so I was prepared to be able to do it all.  Well, my son didn’t get the memo about sleeping.

I have a new respect for all moms.  And even more so, stay at home moms and single moms.  And, my three good friends who have twins, I don’t know how they keep it together.  My son has made me a more compassionate person, a more understanding person, and surprisingly a more laid back person.  I’m still learning how to ask for help and accept help.  I used to do laundry every day so there were never dirty clothes.  Now I’m lucky if there’s anything clean to wear.  I swore my living room wouldn’t look like a daycare with toys thrown about.  Now I sit here and blog with baby toys surrounding me.

I never babysat, and I was the youngest kid in my family, so I never spent much time around kids. I always wondered if I’d be a good mom. I really doubted it at times.  Which may be why I waited until I was 35 to have one. I loved my life before Noah came along, but now I can’t imagine how I’d fill my time without him.  Funny how life changes so quickly.