My Mummy Manifesto

I am not you. I love you and I respect you, but I am not you. So I'm going to stop trying to be you. Because it's not working for me.
There are many people in my life, people whom I respect and admire. I see their life from my view, and it looks pretty awesome. I think "I want some of that!", but here's the rub: I am not them. So what works for them, may or may not work for me. I've got to be a wife to my husband, and a mother to my children, and I've got to do what works for us, instead of forcing us into a mold that isn't made for us. I've got to do the best I can, making each day better than the one before it. It doesn't mean that I love anyone less, or disagree with their parenting style, or anything like that - it's just that I'm striving to find what is right for our family.
So I'm forging a new path with my husband and kids - one that's made for us, and no one else. I may or may not take it, but advice is always welcome and appreciated. So that's my .02 for today.
 
XOXO,
Sarah

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