Before I was a mom, I was a doormat. A dirty, dusty, filled-with-other-people’s-shit doormat. The more I put before myself, the more I got ground down to the bottom, where the scuzzy water from soggy winter boots pools…and festers.
I spent most of my life making other people happy, pushing my happiness further and further aside. When anyone took advantage of me, judged me or took me for granted, I was always ok with it. I never said anything. I didn’t get angry. I always understood.
To me, being a people-pleaser was better than the alternative of having no friends at all. The idea that people might not like who I was terrified me, and besides, I kinda liked making everyone else happy, so it was a win-win.
As soon as my daughter was born, all that garbage became just that, GARBAGE. Here are five ways that motherhood has turned me into the woman I was meant to be.