Aside from the obvious wonders of birthing a child and watching him grow into a little man, I have to admit that it somewhat brings a tear to my unemotionally slivered eyes. As my son's fifth birthday (yes, Dear God, it has been five years since this young boy dropped out of my womb and presented himself to the world) came upon us a few days ago, I couldn't help but wonder where the time went. We all hear the typical "cherish the time you have with them because they grow up fast" tagline, but it is apparently 100% accurate. Despite the quickly curated seconds that have passed by, it's incredible to see my baby boy grow into his own personality and character. It amazes me every day how this little human who once resided in my stomach, absorbs so much knowledge each day.
In addition to his amazement, I made a promise to myself from the moment he was born, that I would not become that elastic jean wearing mom who lets everything go postpartum. Stemming from a moment in my life which was surprisingly dark and toxic, came the greatest blessing of my life, my son. He motivated me to remove any negativity from my life, do what I've always been passionate about, and ultimately create myself. I started working out shortly after having him, and made it a #FitMom mission to never give up on who I am...in any circumstance of my life. For that, I am forever grateful. I've committed myself to staying dedicated.
My apologies for the sentimental mushy crap today, but I had a moment.
What I'm rocking:
Jumpsuit c/o Hot Miami Styles
Shoes c/o GUESS
Watch c/o KYBOE!