I was 25 years old when my daughter was born. Her biological father and I didn’t stay together for a number of reasons, and my now husband came into her life when she turned one. He took on the role of fatherhood organically when he moved in with us. Since then, we’ve built a life together as Mom, Dad and Little Tiny (my daughter’s nickname for herself).
My daughter recently turned one, so I often find myself reflecting on my first year of motherhood. Before she was born, I was one of those women constantly researching the best ways to take care of my baby. When I finally brought her home, however, I quickly discovered that you can’t learn to parent simply by studying. It's something you learn how to do along the way.
Let me preface this by saying that I truly love being a mother. As trite as it may sound, motherhood has been my greatest adventure, and the joy that my daughter brings far outweighs the sacrifices I made to bring her into this world.