I think I have a bit of the post conference blues.
At the Brit mums weekend I was Sara and I loved it.
As much as I cherish being mom sometimes I lose my identity under the piles of dirty washing and endless tantrums.
My job also doesn’t really give me a place to be Sara as a foster carer parenting is my job, which yes I love but hey where am I?
Maybe it just a case of the blues, that will soon pass over, or maybe its the inner me shouting a little louder than normal.
While we all love our roles of mother, wife etc we still need to remember that we are ourselves too.
To indulge in our passions be in it books, nights out, nights in.
Whatever we desire, need.
I need to take this on board more.
I need to not wait for those once a year weekends to embrace the woman inside.
This doesn’t detract from the roles I play it enhances them.
A happy mom makes for happy children.
A contented wife has a contented husband
So I’m make a new resolution (no its not new year) I’m going to celebrate me a little more, indulge me a little more, embrace me a little more.
I’m going to step out of the roles that have been defining me and learn more about the woman within.
I’m sure she is still there somewhere?
Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all. Hans Christian Anderson