Motherhood is wonderful, but it can also feel like a lot of pressure. I remember the first time the magnitude of my role fully hit me. I had left my shoes at the door like I always did. (We had white carpeting at that time –a pre-kids decision we regretted-oh-so bitterly). But this time when I went to put them back on, my shoes were already occupied. My firstborn, two-years-old at the time, had carefully placed her little shoes neatly inside mine. All these years later, it’s still a vivid memory. I had the responsibility of modeling for another little …
