I had my first baby when I was 23 years old. I was a very immature 23 as well. I was shy and scared of everything. My husband looks at photos of me when I was a kid and wonders who that little mouse is?
I spent the next twenty odd years wondering if I was enough. Am I pretty enough for my husband? Am I a good enough wife? Am I a good enough mother? Will I stuff the kids up too badly?
The more I worried, the more I tidied. Everything was filed, labeled, and polished.
So when I look around my house and see that it's messy, it means I no longer worry that I am enough. I'm so busy living my life that I don't have time to worry that the bins are all empty and the crumbs are wiped. And that's a good thing!
Me - before Family