Three kids and… no more counting!

Life is great and grand - but the demands of parenting will sneak up on you where you forget who you are.

I hadn’t recognized until yesterday that I’ve not been alone with myself for the last… umm… Since my third child was born??? Don’t think that’s an exaggeration. And not blaming others.

But, without me staying cognizant of the difficulties at hand, I let everyone else’s needs come before mine at all times. I write this now in an Atlanta public library because my phenomenal wife enabled me to step back and runaway for some personal time. I’m grateful for this opportunity and moment to breathe and listen to myself.

Also, I’m not having any more kids - at least not biologically. Last pregnancy was strenuous enough with all things going the best ways possible. But I’m def at my maximum limit now and need to remember to put my mask on before helping others.

Only so much I can pour out of my cup before I need a refill.