You ever sit on the couch after the kids are finally in bed, stare at the wall, and wonder who you were before snack negotiations, spilled juice, and baby shark on repeat?
Yeah. Me too.
Don’t get me wrong—I love being a mom. I love the cuddles, the belly laughs, and even the messy moments that end with everyone in a dog pile on the living room floor. But every once in a while, I miss me. The me who used to read books that didn’t rhyme. The me who had time to paint her nails and leave the house without checking if someone had a sock on their head. The me who could finish a hot coffee.
Motherhood has a way of consuming you in the best and most overwhelming way. Some days, I feel like Superwoman, conquering tantrums and making dinner while holding a teething baby. Other days, I feel like I’m barely holding it together with dry shampoo and caffeine.
But I’m learning that it’s okay to miss myself. It doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful. It just means I’m human.
So here’s to the moms out there who are giving their all while trying to remember the woman inside the mom. Take that solo Target trip. Sit in your car for 5 extra minutes listening to music from 2010. Journal. Dance. Cry. Do whatever you need to do to feel you again.
Because the best gift we can give our kids is a mom who feels whole.
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