I think the hardest realization that has come from my time as a parent has been discovering I'm not superwoman. When you spend your life having the world deem you as the fixer, or the problem solver, or the one with all of the answers, you spend every minute trying to exceed that expectation. It's a thrilling feeling - to be needed, for people to look to you for answers. Being able to stand on a pedestal and let the world know that you'll solve anything and that no problem is too small or too big is all that matters, until the day you crash. Suddenly, its obvious that you're not invincible, that your strong exterior can't deflect every hit, and that there are problems that you cannot solve. And the biggest downfall is that I'm the one who put myself up there. I'm the one who spent my life convincing myself that I needed to hold this title because it's what made the most sense. A need to be needed is only valid if you, yourself, never need anything.