The other day a close friend of mine shared a blog post I’d written a couple of years back. As I read it I was reminded of how at that time I was feeling guilty about so many aspects of motherhood, I could almost sense those feelings of struggle and striving again. Those “what if” questions and worries that we can all face at some point. Yet as I read the post it hit me, I don’t feel like that anymore, not at all. Those struggles I had are over and a new enjoyment of motherhood has come. It isn’t the potential to worry that has changed, that will always be there, but I had.