

I truly never thought I’d be a stay-at-home parent. I remember telling my boss how much I loved my job and couldn’t imagine being happy at home full-time.
“What would I even do all day? Stare at my baby?”
At the time, my calendar was packed. Meetings, 1:1s, consults, admin time — and then all my extracurriculars after work. I sat on a fundraising board for the Braille and Talking Book Library of Arizona. I had happy hours and dinners with friends a few times a month. I was busy.


And I was determined not to let a baby slow me down.
Famous last words.
Needless to say, I was just as surprised as my boss when I turned in my resignation only three months after returning from maternity leave.
Half the reason? Daycare for our four-month-old was going to cost $1,980/month. The bigger reason? From the moment that baby was laid on my chest, I knew the best place for both of us was together.
I think I needed to go back to work initially because I was desperate to “go back to normal.”
But… what was normal, anyway?
I quickly realized that “normal” was relative to my environment. For the first time in my life, I wanted to slow down. I wanted things to be simpler. I wanted to stare at my baby all day.
As a millennial woman, it was ingrained in me to lean in at the conference table, contribute to big projects, and prove my worth in the workplace. And for a while, that was what I wanted and needed.
But soon, I found myself asking:


I remember staring at my old definition of success — the full calendar, the constant movement — while holding a newborn I had grown in my own body.
I grew a set of eyes I will never see out of. Isn’t that peak success?
Around that time, I discovered Mother Untitled, an Instagram account by Neha Ruch. Her work reframed how I saw my new role and my worth.
Success doesn’t have to mean a full calendar. It can be whatever you want it to be.
Learning to slow down wasn’t easy. I’ve always been “go, go, go.” I had to say no a lot — to commitments, to extra projects, even to myself.
I did start a blog and Instagram (hi, welcome!), but I’m intentional about setting boundaries with them.
I picked up hobbies — some successful, some not. I failed at sourdough starter (twice) but got really good at homemade bagels. I read a ton of books, especially while exclusively pumping 4–5 times a day.
And yet, I still found myself burned out — just like when I was working.
I started weekly therapy with a postpartum specialist, and we’ve talked a lot about perfectionism.
I have OCD, and part of managing it is fighting daily compulsions. One of my new mantras is:
If it’s good enough, it’s good enough.
To me, that means something doesn’t have to be perfect. The energy I give is already enough.
I don’t need a packed calendar. I don’t need constant activities. We can make last-minute plans and still have fun because we’ve left space — and energy — for it.
If you’re also redefining success in motherhood, these are the questions I’m working through:
Your answers might look different from mine — and that’s the point.
Because success?
It’s not one-size-fits-all.


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