19/06/2025
Motherhood, freakin’ motherhood.
I’m not gonna lie—
sometimes I feel trapped in the never-ending momness of each day.
Sometimes, I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
Where is that wild, adventurous, fearless girl?
Where is she in the haze of the daily grind?
Where are her cool clothes?
Her sexiness?
Her playfulness?
Her spontaneity?
Perhaps, just perhaps,
she’s somewhere else now,
woven into something else.
Maybe she’s in the small, fleeting moments
etched into the lives of her kids—
those giggles, those chocolate stains,
those crayon hieroglyphs on the walls.
In their tiny, funny voices that adore me.
In the living room dance-offs,
music blasting out of the windows.
First, I was just me.
Now, I am mostly Mother.
Their mother.
And I’m grateful for that.
I’ve lived so much—for me.
Thirty years, just for me.
These years are for them now.
Most of the days, anyway.
Because also this mama
needs a break from all the momness sometimes.
But I know, one day,
my kids won’t need me as their constant companion.
They’ll outgrow the daily “mama” moments.
And then, I’ll have time—time to be fully me again.
For now, I’m yours, baby.
For as long as you need me.
You are my world.
You’ve made me more than just me...
