As I walked out of the house this morning my little lady Avery, age 3, was not in the mood to say goodbye to mama. She cried and screamed and kicked and pull the door closed… and I calmly kissed her, gave her a hug and then ran out the door leaving her screaming at the nanny behind me. I’m so grateful for so much in this amazing life the Hubs and I + the Lord are creating, but this one piece still gets to me every time. I try to throw up boundaries and walls and protect my heart from the pain, but this morning I decided not to.
Instead, I allowed myself to cry in the car on the way to work. I bawled like a little baby for about a mile and sent all the love and positive energy I could muster toward my babies. It was a not-so-gentle reminder of MY WHY. My reason for working so hard on my Beach Body business and my reason for working to better myself each and every day.
I want to be the very best mama that I possibly can be. I want to raise strong, independent God loving and fearing children. Who love their fellow man and give thanks in all that life offers them. I try to emulate that and be that example for them, and I sometimes feel that makes me seem a bit fake to others.