mommyI had such a monumental moment in my life the last six weeks. My seven-year old was away for the summer for the first time ever. Not only was she away from me, but she was thousands of miles away from me. To give you a better picture, I live in Memphis, Tennessee and she was in Portland, Oregon, the majority of her time. I was very glad to have some me time for a while, but I also had some understandable apprehension. The situation was new for both of us. We’ve never spent more than a week apart the last seven years and I didn’t know how I (or she) would hold up for such a long period of time away from each other. Surprisingly, I had the hardest time than she did. We talked every day, but I promise, she was having such a blast being with other family members that she didn’t seem to have a hard time coping – not one day.

The time off gave me a LOT of time to do some soul-searching. There were days where I was busy doing non-mommy things from dawn to dusk. Other days, I had absolutely nothing to do. In between all of that time, I learned that outside of promoting my first book, I’d spent the last seven years being ‘mommy first’ and Christin second. Some of the time, I couldn’t find things to do. I was out the loop on much of the local happenings. Many of my relationships with people had become few and far in between in the last seven years, so I didn’t necessarily have tons of people to call to say, “Let’s hang out” or “What are you doing later.” Talk about eye-opening for me. While I have always LOVED doing for my daughter; nurturing her; building her social life, I realized that my social life had come to a complete halt. I think many dedicated mothers can relate to this.

Well, yesterday my baby girl came home and going forward I promise to make time for me. Even if it’s just once a month. I will treat myself. I will pay attention to only me. I will hang out with other adults. I will let my hair down and pretend I don’t have a child for at least once a month. I need to. If I don’t I may find myself with another seven years passing me by becoming completly lost in parenthood. I will never forget that I’m Christin Webb first and someone’s mother second. So glad we had some time apart or otherwise I may not have actualized it the way that I have.