I love my kids. Absolutely adore them. I love my husband. Absolutely adore him, too. But the other day I came to realization that I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m lost in the midst of being a mom and an AF wife and all the other things that those things entail. It could be selfish (I don’t think so), but I really don’t care. So this site is the antithesis of my other site. This site is all things Kyla. Book reviews, recipes, rantings, ravings, whatever else I choose. I DON’T CARE. I love to write but sometimes I don’t want to write fluffy stories about what my kids did or what the latest greatest new home schooling curriculum we’re trying is. This is my place to do that. This is for me. If you read the post I posted on my other blog, I think you’ll see this is one of the things I challenged myself to do. I challenged anyone who read that post and felt the same to do the same thing. All mothers, especially ones that stay at home instead of working outside the home, need to realize that they’re actually doing their children a service by enjoying something that really has nothing to do with their children or spouses. It’s okay to enjoy that. Let it happen. So this is the last post I will mention my kids in, except in very brief passing from time to time. My husband may pop up from time-to-time, but this isn’t about him either. It’s about a woman who is fed up with losing sight of who she was before becoming a wife and mother. This is about me finding her again.
I began writing this post as Kyla, mother of two, wife, homeschooler. I’m signing off as “another Kyla.” One that understands that sometimes it’s okay to make YOURSELF happy. Nobody else is going to do it for you.