Yesterday, our little family went out for the first time with our latest member, baby Naomi. My husband and I were overwhelmed by how much stuff we had to pack and how many things we needed to double check before we could leave home. Hindi na kami sanay! 😂 It’s been 6 years since we last had a baby.

Just when I thought things would be easier as Ate Tash finally ended her preschool years, here we go again! We’re back to little onesies, small taped diapers, burping, tummy time, stroller, huge baby bag, vaccination sessions, and oh yes, breastfeeding! 👶🏻

Just when I thought I could finally level up my solopreneur venture, I found myself shifting modes every hour of the day—from a loving breastfeeding momma to a determined “working on the laptop” mother to a desperate “forcing a 6-yr-old to eat” mom. You bet, my emotions fluctuate with my stress levels throughout the day.

At 37, my life is a beautiful irony of coming to a halt while moving forward. 😆 When our baby arrived, I knew in my heart that God was asking me to pause my ambitious dreams to focus on taking care of little girls.
At the same, I also knew life has to move on.

Time won’t wait for me to be ready to create new memories. Bills won’t understand why working while breastfeeding is no easy feat. Clients won’t extend deadlines just because I had only 4 hours of sleep after a cluster feeding marathon.

As I slowly navigate this new chapter of my life, I try to savor each fleeting moment in between the “pause” and the “go”. This season is part of the story God has written for me. And though I complain about the most exhausting scenes, get frustrated at every missed opportunity, feel sad about not being good enough, and get impatient with the slow progress, something inside me assures me that life is going as it should. And so I embrace the season with a heart so full.