Some days, I look at my baby and feel my heart swell with love.
Other days, I miss myself — the woman who could shower without rushing, sleep without interruptions, and think without counting feeds and naps.
Loving my child deeply does not cancel out the grief of who I used to be. Motherhood did not erase me, but it did reshape me. Slowly, painfully, beautifully.
There are moments when I feel guilty for craving alone time, as if motherhood should fill every space inside me. But I am learning that missing myself doesn’t make me ungrateful — it makes me human.
Motherhood is learning to love your child fiercely while patiently finding your way back to yourself. And some days, just surviving is enough.
Affirmation:
You are allowed to miss who you were while embracing who you are becoming.
