23 Apr 2021
I was more than ready to start a family when I got my first child, Sigurd, who is nine years old today. It felt like I had been waiting forever, and his arrival was pure bliss. Having this tiny human being, whose basic needs were my main priority, made so much sense to me: letting my ego and all my own dreams and desires step aside for some time felt liberating, somehow. I would do absolutely anything for him, and experiencing this kind of all-embracing, infinite love for a child is mind blowing in itself. When my daughter Sonja came six years after, I was busy running a company, together with a business partner. But, I soon realized that being a mother of two, with one of them just an infant, and working like crazy was simply too much. I felt exhausted and stressed out, but, most importantly, it dawned on me that the time I spent away working was literally their childhood.