I’m one of those Moms that became one later in life.  I didn’t find the man of my dreams until my late 20’s and we didn’t start our family (outside of furbabies) until I was 30 and I had my daughter at 31.  There are many labels in today’s ‘mom’ world, yet I hesitate to label myself.  I have worn my daughter since she was young, but I wouldn’t consider myself an attachment parenting mom.  We did a mix of baby lead weaning and the baby food packets and finger foods.  I try and keep her on mostly whole foods, but she’s had a french fry or two. (Okay, maybe more…)  I breastfed her from day one and as of the time of writing this (just past 11 months old) we are still going strong.  I’ve never read a parenting book, though Google and I are good friends.  Plainly put, I’m a mom.  I am doing the best I can with the knowledge I have and my daughter is a happy, healthy baby!  Who can ask for anything more?

I’m also a military wife learning how to juggle the demands of supporting my husband in his career while raising a daughter.  I’m a daughter, daughter-in-law, granddaughter, sister, niece, friend who even with distance tries to keep relationships alive.  I’m a work at home mom that struggles to balance feeling fulfilled personally by working and ensuring that my family is my priority.

I’m human.