You do more pretend cooking in a miniature kitchen than you do actual cooking in the full-sized one (and frankly, you're not sure which meals taste better).

Some women take to mothering the way some take to medicine or painting. It is in them. I wasn't one of those mothers.

I had just discovered I was pregnant with my first child. Most women in my shoes would be making lists of names, mentally designing the nursery or simply immersing themselves in baby bliss. I was reveling because I could finally eat whatever the hell I wanted.

Because my mother lost herself in motherhood and gave her children everything she had, she forgot to leave much for herself and had to reacquaint herself with the "Me" in Mommy.

At some point, I want to model what quality of life looks like for my kids and I'm pretty sure it isn't riding around from place to place in your car. Can you relate?