I once read an article that said that having kids made this person more productive.

Now that I have a child, I have never felt less productive in my life.

Work-wise.

Maybe it’s because the to-do list never actually gets ticked off. Ever.

Or because my brain is firing in all directions, and I feel like I am constantly in a cycle of chaos.

There is no sense of satisfaction in a job well done (only mum guilt).

There is no clear line in the sand between work and being a mother. Which comes first? One simply never ends.

Or maybe it’s because the outside world pushes in on me, telling me to do it all, be everything, show up, and smile.

But if being productive includes using 40% of my own metabolism to feed my baby so they can grow billions of neurons and literally have the strength to crawl and stand and walk—and grow into an amazing little human—then yes, I am incredibly productive.

Lessons from a fellow business owner