Nobody’s life is perfect; certainly not mine.
But it’s never lost on me just how fortunate I am.
My 47 years have brought a wealth of experiences: travel, learning, relationships, culinary, cultural. You name it.
And I’ve held a variety of roles in my lifetime: daughter, friend, wife, mother; along with a host of professional positions, including running a $35m business for one of the most recognizable brands in the world, and more recently as the poster child of all things sweaty.
Through all of these experiences, I find it’s easy to start believing my own hubris; to fall into a mindset of self-actualizing through a high profile career or through a new-found persona of motivational blogger.
The truth is, for all the experiences I’ve had, and for all the roles I’ve held, the one that I am proudest of is mom.
If I do nothing else in this lifetime, knowing that I’ve added two amazing human beings to our society gives me peace. And a fierce pride, beyond words.
These two incredible beings are my pride and joy. So much so that I’m even willing to share my ‘fat pics’ to build a gallery of key milestones.
It’s easy to curse aging.
As we grow older, our beauty can fade, our body may no longer do everything it once could.
Despite all this, the biggest gift that time (growing older) has given me is a better understanding of the role my own mom played in shaping me and the mother I’ve become.
There was a time when I vowed never to become my mother. I’m pretty sure we all have uttered those words.
Now I see that the lessons she taught me have most definitely shaped the mom I am to my own kids.
My mom never sought to be my friend. She was my mom, first and foremost. When I made a shitty choice, you better believe I got proper shit from all 5’3 of Miss Petra.
I owe much of my ball-busting personality to this dynamo.
And it made me a better mom.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms out there!