The other day, I started wondering again as I was elbow deep in a sink of soap suds battling a baking dish. I started thinking about all the women that I know who are moms. Sorting through them all, I noticed how different each woman was. It wasn’t a great revelation or anything mind-blowing and still it stuck with me.
Somehow, in the midst of my motherhood journey, I had started to think there was only one way to do it all. Often, I became lost in a sea of articles, advice, and comparison trying to figure out what I was doing wrong and how I could do it better. My problem wasn’t in my mothering ability, it was in how I was defining motherhood. In that soap suds filled moment, I realized it was time to redefine motherhood.