For years, my identity was deeply tied to my career. I loved the structure, the sense of accomplishment, the independence that came from earning my own income, and even the small things. Like picking up coffee on the way to the office or wearing something other than leggings. But when motherhood arrived, my heart began to shift. For the first year after my daughter was born, I continued working full-time while my mother came to our home to care for her. Thirteen months after