Sweet, Sour, and Motherhood

I never imagined I would find myself writing again as a mother of three.

The last time I sat down to write, I was in my bedroom at my parents' house, crying over something silly that only a teenager could take seriously. I grabbed a pencil and wrote endlessly about how unfair life was. If my past self could see me now, she’d probably think it was the end of the world—but this is the real deal.

Being a mother of three is amazing, wonderful, and exhausting. It ages you fast, but ultimately, it’s a perfect mix of sweet and sour. Between chasing my "sticky fly" of a one-year-old, trying not to forget the pot on the stove and burn the house down, and racing against the clock to pick up my two girls from school, it is a constant juggle. I’m always working to keep the house from looking like a giant rubbish bin while trying to find a moment to comb my hair and shower—just to look a bit more like a woman and less like a homeless man. It is hard in every way, especially when you live far from family and the support system you truly need.

As difficult as it can be, it is still a blessing—a blessing you feel most deeply once they are all tucked into bed. Having three children has taught me a billion things, but the most important lesson is that a woman really can be a superhero. Managing everything at once is our superpower. Moms rock!

Whenever you feel down, just remind yourself of the one thing I always keep in mind: it’s all about time. Time is a racing horse, and we will eventually miss every single bit of this. We will miss the kisses, the hugs, the tears, the drama, and even the chaos