There is a kind of exhaustion only a mother knows —the kind that sits behind the eyes,right where the world never looks.

You may be wondering… are there really two sides of motherhood? For me, there are.

LETTERS TO MYSELF

LETTERS TO MYSELF

LETTERS TO MYSELF

I lost my voice.

 When Love Hurts

 There was a time when getting ready felt like an event — late-night talks turned into morning laughter, picking out an outfit felt fun, and a simple “You look beautiful” made me feel like a woman. I believed it because I felt it. But somewhere between sleepless nights, spit-up stains, toys on the floor, and the constant noise of motherhood, those words faded. Not because love disappeared, but because I stopped noticing myself.

 I used to think getting ready was just about looking nice.

No one warned me that becoming a mother also meant saying goodbye to the woman I once was.

  I know — you probably read that title and thought, “Yeah, right… I don’t even know where to start.” And honestly, I didn’t either.

 For the longest time, I wanted to try something new — painting, cooking, baking, blogging, wood carving, drawing, knitting, and so much more. I had plenty of ideas, but never enough energy or time.