It’s Not About Me Anymore
Before I became a mom, I thought I knew who I was. I had dreams, ambitions, and little rituals that made me feel like the star of my own story. Back then, the world seemed to bend around my choices. If I wanted to travel, I bought the ticket. If I wanted to work late, I did. I was the one moving the plot forward. But parenting rewrote the script. The moment my child came into the picture, I felt myself pushed out of the spotlight. Suddenly, I wasn’t the heroine chasing her dreams, I was the person backstage making sure the lights stayed on and the set didn’t collapse. The story wasn’t about me anymore; it’s not about me . My child became the main character, and I… well, I became more like the supporting role. Sometimes, even the silent extra. People like to romanticize this shift. They say, “You’ll find yourself in your children,” or “They’ll become your whole world.” And sure, there are moments that feel true. Watching my child laugh, or learning their first words, it’s en...