Daily Disciplines: Day Two Hundred Fifteen

Today was another not so great day, but it wasn’t really the mothering part of motherhood that was tough. The BEING a mother part got to me today. I’m a mom. At 25 years old, I’m someone’s momma. Caitlin Cook as she used to be is forever altered, but not dead as I felt today. I still want to cultivate my personal style, but nothing I own fits this changed body right. I still want to listen to my podcasts, but feel guilty that I’m not listening to ones on parenthood. Beneath the tired eyes, the unbrushed mess of hair, and the pajamas with spit up on them is still the thoughtful, colorful, semi-sociable, fashionista that makes up who I’ve always been. Today was just me confronting my personhood and it gave me some hopeless feels…

[Please don’t forget people, it’s only just about been 6 weeks since I’ve had a baby. I’m processing all the feels.]

[This is one of the “outtakes” of sorts from Sunday. I love this picture. Also love this new skirt!]

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