"But you’re happier now, right? She continued. Nope. Nope, not happier. I was happy when Scott and I went to Japan every ten minutes. I’m exaggerating for effect here- I’m sometimes happier. I’m also more worried, stressed, exhausted, annoyed, et al. But I am certainly better. I am less selfish. I am stronger. And the world breaks open for me in surprising and transformative ways."
"What I’m saying is that it seems to me that every woman who becomes a mother, no matter how much she loves her kid or wants to be a mom, will most likely, at some point, mourn the loss of her previous identity. And it will hurt."
"No, the reason I enjoy mothering on the day-to-day grind is mainly because I do this stuff. And it helps me. I call them Practices because that’s what us Jesus-people like to call spiritual disciplines but really they’re just things I do over and over again, kneading them like yeast into my life."
"I loved the happy moments, but I felt like I’d lost control over my life. I had things I needed to get done, and my cranky baby was constantly getting in the way. My temper would flare whenever my plans for the day were thwarted by my baby, which was pretty much all the time. The turning point came when I realized that was no way to view my baby–as an obstacle to my Real Life. Mothering was now my real life."