04/22/2026
Iām a mom and my time honestly doesnāt feel like mine anymore. Not in a dramatic way, just in that constant, everyday way where even if I technically have a moment, my brain is already somewhere else thinking about what needs to get done, who needs something, what I forgot.
I used to just wake up and decide my day. I could change my mind, do nothing, go somewhere last minute, sit in silence if I needed it. There was space. There was time that actually felt like it belonged to me.
Now everything kind of starts with someone else. Their needs, their schedule, their emotions. And I go without even questioning it most of the time.
And I donāt think we talk enough about the fact that thereās a quiet kind of loss in that. Not regret, not wishing things were different. Just missing the version of you who had full access to her own time.
At the same time, I know Iām giving something really meaningful. My time, my energy, my attention, all of it matters. But that doesnāt cancel out the other feeling.
Both things can exist. Loving this life and still feeling the shift of what it took from you.
If youāve ever felt that and didnāt really have words for it, yeah, youāre not alone.
If youāre tired of the ājust be gratefulā version of motherhood, youāll like it here on my page.
