I never thought I’d miss her so much

 I never thought I’d miss her so much.

The version of me before motherhood.
The girl who could sleep in.
Who could make plans without packing snacks or thinking about nap time.
Who had energy left for herself at the end of the day.
I love being a mom more than anything, but sometimes I miss her.
And I used to feel guilty for that.
Like missing her meant I didn’t love this life I have now.
But I’ve learned it’s okay to miss her.
To honor the version of you that existed before diapers, tantrums, and constant touching.
You can love who you’ve become and still grieve who you were.
Motherhood is full of both.
And making space for that honesty is a kind of healing no one talks about enough.