The Woman Inside Every Mother

 


Motherhood may change everything, but it shouldn’t erase you. A heart-to-heart on staying connected to your identity, passions, and peace while raising a family in a world that keeps asking for more.

My mom didn’t plan to be a single mother in her 40s, just two months after giving birth to my youngest sister. No woman does. 

But life doesn’t wait for your permission to change. Sometimes, it just drops the plot twist like a TV show you weren’t ready to binge-watch.

I was 14. Old enough to understand when things shifted, but too young to process the gravity of it all. My dad—who had been the pillar of our home, the financial engine, the man with all the answers—died. And just like that, our family flipped inside out. My mom, who’d built her life around him, became the captain of a ship in the middle of a storm she didn’t ask to sail.

And let me tell you… she had no map, no compass—just a newborn in her arms and two kids watching her every move. 

She was born to be someone’s wife, but she became something more—she became our world.

When Motherhood Meets Identity Crisis

I think about my mom a lot when I see women I love disappearing under their roles. Wife. Mother. Provider. Chauffeur. Short-order cook. Human Google Calendar. These aren’t just hats—they’re entire costumes. And slowly, beneath all the characters you play, you forget what your actual face looks like.

You used to be a girl with dreams and a Spotify playlist that didn’t include Baby Shark. You had that thing you loved—painting, yoga, reading books with steamy titles you’d never admit out loud. You had a sense of humor, not just a sense of urgency.

But motherhood, especially when you’re doing it alone—or feel like you’re doing it alone—has a way of swallowing you whole.

I get it. You chose love, or maybe love chose you. And now, you’re raising tiny humans while trying to remember if you even drank water today.

(And if you did, did you pee yet? No? Girl. Go.)

The Superwoman Illusion

Here’s the wild truth… there is no such thing as balance. Anyone who tells you they “balance everything perfectly” is either lying, selling something, or about to have a nervous breakdown in the frozen peas aisle at Trader Joe’s. 

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