And the day came when life wasn’t just about me anymore. I was a mother. I remember the first day I was home alone with my first born. I never left the bedroom all day because that’s where the baby was. When my husband came home from work I asked if he could bring me up a bagel before he left for work the next day so that I could eat. Fast forward to my third child and I was home four hours after giving birth and sending out an announcement by email. The juggling had begun. Continue reading
This week we celebrated my mother’s 74th birthday. She is someone who has many friends and no enemies. She taught me to believe in myself beyond reason, always do my best, and never burn bridges. She left Ireland at 18 to train as a nurse in England and then went on to study midwifery in Scotland. When she started that journey she had never seen a telephone and knew very little about the world outside her small village. A story she told me about something that happened years later has reminded me that we can always make a difference.