Being a mom

Alexzandra Chase
Jul 10, 2017 · 3 min read

I pondered over what my first writing topic on here would be, because I don’t want to restrict myself to only writing about Real Estate and New Home Construction on here, and it only seems right to start it off with the one thing that consumes my entire heart, mind and soul. Being a mom.

Our family photo shoot with Hannah Ruth Photography at Conway River Walk, November 2016.

“Being a good mom doesn’t have to look a certain way..” — Jenny Layton

During your pregnancy, you always wonder who you’ll be once the child is born and what kind of mom you’ll end up being, or if you’ll even be a good mom at all. Being a 17 year old in my Junior year of High School, I wondered about that a lot.

You’re never truly ready to be a parent, some are more ready than others, but you’re never ready. I definitely wasn’t. In fact, I was petrified most of the pregnancy. Not because of the baby, but because of myself. When you’re that young, you’re already doubting yourself, but being a young mom causes everyone else to doubt you as well. Walking through those halls, you didn’t have a lot of support. People would stare at you in a multitude of ways: with pity, with sympathy, some with compassion but usually, it was with humor and judgement. It was like target practice for the cruel and the bitter.

That’s why I didn’t attend my senior year, I finished my education online.

Although missing my last year with the people I grew up with was hard, getting myself out of that environment was the best choice I made for myself, even if I didn’t see it at the time. But once I was out of school, I had a lot more time to wonder again. Will she like me? Will I be able to provide for her? Will I be able to give her a good life? I couldn’t honestly answer any of those questions. I wanted to be everything and more for her, but that self doubt followed me all the way to my due date.

But the moment I had Raeleigh Mae, I knew I was holding my entire world in my hands. My little 6 lbs 15 oz with her tongue stinking out at any given moment and her fluffy head of dark hair, she opened my eyes to a whole new world. All of the worries and the stresses from the months of a troublesome pregnancy dissolved into uncontrollable love, admiration and determination.

Having a child changes you in the best ways possible and in ways you never thought you could change. My daughter inspires me every day to push myself to my limits and pursue my dreams, motivates me to do better and be better, completes me in every sense of the word and fills a void I didn’t know was empty. And most importantly, I have the greatest love I’ll ever know.

She is my reason for everything I do and everything I will do.

She’s 3 now, and I am more than I thought I would ever be. I never thought I would be remotely worthy of the title “Mom” but watching this little girl that I’m raising grow up more and more every day, coming home from Preschool reciting songs she’s learned that week, calling me her best friend and telling me she loves me to pieces, I wouldn’t want any other title and I’ll forever work to be worthy of that title.

My job description may be REALTOR/Sales Agent, but everything I am is being a mom. It consumes me ultimately and completely.

Mom | Realtor | Sales Agent for Custom Homes/New home construction

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