🌅How it all began

🌅All my life, I knew I would have children. When the time came, I prepared as best I could: I took birthing classes and read everything could about labor and delivery. But nothing could have prepared me for what came after. I quickly realized that being a mom wasn’t just “the same old me, with a baby added on.” Boy was I wrong: it was a complete transformation.

For me, motherhood was a trial-by-fire experience, full of exhaustion, conflicting advice, and self-doubt.

In those early months, I clung desperately to my old self—career-oriented and competent businesswoman—because I was sure about who that person was. Yet, it was so hard to keep up with my normal work schedule: there was just so much more to do on the home front. Furthermore, I was exhausted by being on call 24x7. My confidence washed in and out like the tide.

Yet, amid the chaos, I found unexpected moments of joy, wonder, and connection — especially when watching my son sleep, seeing the flicker of emotions across his face as if touched by something divine.

Over time, I accepted that there was no going back to the "same old me." My son became my “why”—my motivation, my inspiration, and my revelation. It is because of him that I know the true love of God.

While at first, it felt like I had stepped into someone else’s life, I no longer did a double-take when my son called me “Mommy.” That’s me! I had undergone mothermorphosis. That’s what this blog is about, among other things.

You can read the full story of my MotherMorphosis in my book of the same name.

It’s currently out of print, but you can buy it used, or I have a few copies available. Additionally, I am working on an anniversary edition.