Of course I'm a better person - I'm a mother now!
It helps to focus on what "really" matters, I'm so much less stressed at work because at the end of the day as long as my kids are ok, who cares if the paper is stuck in the copier? who cares if the boss is in a bad mood or the receptionist is eating all the bickies ? I've got other more important stuff to focus on. My definition of "success" and "a good day" is changing all the time.
I'm more aware of my flaws such as my impatience as they are made glaringly obvious to me day after day. This is ok, as I can work on changing them and it keeps me humble.
I've had to accept my body as it is, it's never going to be a stick again, and besides those stretch marks are badges of honour! My body developed two children! that's fairly amazing even if I don't look like Posh Spice.
However in all of that , I have much less energy and time to give to my friends. Doesn't make me a worse person, but maybe they think I am??
