I’m a parent. But I’m also a human being. I have emotions and feelings too that often get brushed away. I’m guilty of taking moments away from the day’s madness, but even as I write this, I use the word “guilty” — WHY?! Guilty because I have severe FOMO, fear of missing out, when it comes to my kids. Side note: isn’t it ironic that I only discovered this term thanks to my kids, especially my first because she had serious FOMO and would basically fight me at nap time and bedtime sleep. . Okay, back to me. I take moments when I know I need to recharge and recentre. Before becoming a mom, I was someone. I had passions and ambitions. Dreams and goals. And just because I’m in the vicious cycle of feeding, changing diapers, and constantly being on-demand mode, my identity shouldn’t be robbed from me. Truthfully, I love it all. But I need my moments. And this cyclical process shouldn’t define me as a person. Just because I became a mom doesn’t mean I should stop doing the things that give me ...