Sharing some intimate thoughts on mom life and my current identity crisis. 
Motherhood has been the single most rewarding experience of my life. There's no greater sense of responsibility than caring for a helpless little human whose livelihood depends on you. There's no greater joy than seeing the corners of Desmond's eyes curl up into a crescent line drawing out his big sunshine smile. There's no greater excitement than seeing your child take on his many firsts, first step, first word, first "I love you." Like many parents, I live for my son. On the weekends, I take Des to birthday parties, plan family adventures, go on playdates, and basically just stay by his side all day long because at 2.5 years old, he's still pretty needy. Although he's in school during the week, I'm constantly thinking about him or thinking about things he might need. What's he going to eat for dinner? When's his next doctor's appointment? Are we low on diapers?
