I’m a mom

 I’m a mom. And yes, my kids are everything. They’re my sunrise and my moonlight. They shape my days and fill my thoughts. But being a mom isn’t all I am.

I’m still a wife. Still a friend. Still a daughter. A granddaughter. A niece. A woman who once had dreams before motherhood, and still holds onto some of them quietly now.

Motherhood has rearranged me. It’s stretched me and softened me in ways I never saw coming. But it didn’t erase me.

I still laugh at the same dumb jokes. I still cry at the same songs. I still love coffee shops, handwritten letters, late-night talks, and long showers when I can get them. I’m still me, even if parts of me are buried under laundry piles and sleepless nights.

I love my kids more than anything. But I hope the world and the people who truly see me don’t forget there’s more to me than just the word “mom.”

Because I haven’t forgotten. Not really. I’m still here.