Lately, it has been on my mind, the importance of having some sort of support group around for motherhood. When I had my first son at age 22, I was not ready for the mother role, but life brought me a baby, and a mother was what I had to be. It’s not that I wasn’t thrilled to become a mom, I just hadn’t really given motherhood a second thought, until I found I was pregnant. At the time, I had the women in my family to look to for guidance on how to take care of my new little one. My mother-in-law was absolutely wonderful. She came and stayed with us the first week of Jackson’s life. She made it the most relaxing and cozy time for getting to know our new baby. She cooked, she cleaned, she let me nap. She was amazing. But once the newness of the whole being a mom thing wore away, I was left to decide where I stood in my identity as a mother.

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