The Journey Begins


and thank you for joining me in this big adventure.

When i became a mother i had no idea the kind of challenges i would be facing, i found myself feeling alone in a rural region of a foreign Country with no friends, no family and worst of all no good prospects.

You see, i had been travelling around Europe living in Countries like Netherlands, England and Portugal when i landed in rural Kansas. I did not identify with the life style or the majority of the people but i wanted to be have a baby and to give him the World. Because if the world were to be Europe and USA then i would be accomplishing that mission.. when he is about to be 18 he can dwell like i always did through It, no paperwork required..

But i didn t expect to have so many mixed emotions, to discover strengths and weaknesses i never thought i had and in the end to gain so many grey hair.. yes, i now have more regular appointments at my hairdresser.

I rediscovered myself, my husband, our relationship, me as a mother and the world. Malice gained a new meaning, every single action is now measured, analysed, carefully though ted. In the end all that matters is `how is the baby?`.

I found out so many people want to explore your new `weakness` and so many people want to support it..

All my doubts vanished, i was never so sure about what my goals are. I had no one to turn to but a few people online who sometimes did more damage than good but you need to keep going, to push forward because that s what life is all about right?

Hugs & cuddles,

Maria Monteiro

Author: Maria Monteiro

I am a first-time mother of an 18 months old outstanding boy who insists on not having any sort of fixed sleeping schedules. I am a researcher, writer, animal lover, philanthropist, chef, and full-time mum. Having had such a hard time myself with this new role my goal is for every mother to feel they have someone to talk to and to share thoughts, worries, events. From my heart to yours, here s how i dealt and continue to deal with this beautiful miracle called motherhood.

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