I was 27 when I got pregnant with my first baby. I got endless unsolicited advice about how my whole life was about to shift, how my baby was going to be my focus instead of myself.
I never really thought much of this advice, even though I knew most people thought that way. I believed wholly in my convictions, that even as a mother I could remain an individual, and I didn’t need to melt into my children’s life completely. Hanga was born, Hunor was born and later Huba, in the course of 3.5 years 3 tiny humans. I still worked part-time. These were the times when I no longer was responsible for myself only and when the 24 hours were not enough, and yet these times only made me long more for sport, and especially running.
Now these convictions of mine make me think of a Michelle Obama quote: my children come first in my life, and I come a very close second.