Twenty-three years ago, I became a mom to my daughter, Kyra.

At the time, I was a flight attendant. Before Kyra was born, I flew four days a week. My life was busy, active, and always moving.

I was used to being independent, traveling often, and taking care of myself.

Then everything changed.

Kyra had colic, which meant she cried often and had a hard time sleeping. I went from traveling for work to being home with my baby every day. My ex-hus...