There comes a time in every mom’s life when she has a moment of anguish.  It can be triggered by virtually anything.  She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  She realizes she only introduces herself as “Kelly’s Mom”.  She can’t remember the last time she and her husband were on a date.  It comes like a lightening bolt from the sky.  The sad truth she cannot deny.  She doesn’t recognize herself anymore. 

In her quest to be a good mother she has become bad at caring for herself.  It happens.  I see it everywhere.  In the mom schlepping around in sweats while her children are adorned head to toe in Abercrombie and Fitch.  The woman who spends almost every spare minute driving her children to twenty-five after school activities.  Moms who never take a “sick day”.  Who stay awake until midnight.  Then wake up at five a.m. and start the whole thing over again.  Who walk around with Pneumonia and the flu. 

I see it in my friends.  Women who are successful, well educated, Christian women.  Women who “have it all” and are exhausted.  Miserable.  Grown women who stammer and stutter when asked to name one thing they did just for themselves in the last month. But can talk for hours about what their kids have done this week. 

I have been there.  Over the course of seven years, I lost myself and gained eighty pounds.  I forgot that girl I used to be.  The one who was in love with life.  Excited.  Proud of herself.  Her body.  That passionate, GOD hungry girl disappeared. 

I was afraid she was gone forever.

But she is coming back.  Day by day.  Choice by choice. 

 If you have been there.  If you are here. This is the blog for you.