Two meanings come to mind when using the word “grounded”. It’s first definition, “Honey, you’re grounded, you’re not going anywhere,” something I know I heard a lot of while growing up and something that has become quite relevant as of late, yet again. It’s second definition, something (or someone) that serves as a foundation or means of attachment for something else. There are no two better explanations of where I find myself as a single mother of one.
As I write, I’m in a familar locale… Pandora is on, there’s a glass 
of wine on the table to my left, my iPhone to my right. Behind me in her room my two and a half year old sleeps, exhausted from a busy Friday night of new “flippy floppies”, fruit snacks, finger nail polish and a big night out to see The Lorax.
Rewind just 3 short years ago and Friday night would have consisted of hurry to gym, tan, (no not laundry), nails, pick something up at the nearest boutique and prepare for a night full of complete indulgence, no responsibility and most of all no limitations. I could do whatever, wherever, whenever… and I did. And I did it well. (See photo)
That’s how I found myself pregnant at the age of 27, unwed, just weeks after moving to a new city, with someone I hardly knew. That’s another story for another time. However, it’s the reason I am where I am today.
I’m home on a Friday night, unable to attend the kind of social events that once dictated my life, but I am ironically blessed to have found my something, my someone, that serves as a foundation and means of attachment to a fulfilled life. Having my daughter has provided me with, for the first time in my life, a clear head…a defined path. And because of her, I am grounded.
Love this!! So proud of you!! Looking forward to your next post!!
Such a good post- I loved it because I’m a Sitka mom as well! I can’t wait for more posts:)
Beautifully written, and easy to relate to….
LOVE.