Welcome.
Please join me for a gentle reflection on finding myself again in the quiet moments of motherhood.
There was a time I hid parts of me that felt too much,
Too sensitive,
Too bold,
Too emotional.
I tried to fit in.
I tried to be liked.
But then I became a mother.
And in the quiet,
Sacred work of showing up for my child,
Day after day,
Exactly as I was,
Something started to change.
I didn't have time to perform anymore,
And more importantly,
I didn't want to.
Those parts of me that I used to feel were too much were also what made me a deeply empathetic mother.
My son needed me,
Not a polished version of someone else.
And slowly,
I began to need her too.
Quietly,
She reemerged,
That sensitive,
Emotional,
And passionate human who wears her heart on her sleeve.
Through my son's little eyes,
I saw it.
These were not flaws.
They were gifts.
A deeply rooted way of loving that reaches deeper than words.
At the start of my motherhood journey,
I thought I was losing myself.
But years in,
I can finally see the truth.
Motherhood has helped me remember who I was before the world told me to hide.
Today,
I sit in quiet pride.
I no longer shapeshift to be accepted.
I know my heart.
I know my truth.
And,
In choosing to show up as myself,
Something beautiful happened.
People began to meet me there.
They weren't drawn to a mask,
But to the freedom of someone who no longer hides behind one.
Thank you.
