I love being a mom

 I love being a mom.

But sometimes I don’t even remember who I am outside of it.

Sometimes I finally get a few minutes to myself, and I just sit there not even sure what I like anymore, or if I have the energy to figure it out.

Motherhood takes everything.
Your time. Your sleep. Your energy.
And some days, even your identity.

But I’m learning that pieces of me still exist underneath all of that.
The version of me who used to laugh easier, dream bigger, and do things just because she loved them.
She’s still here just waiting for a little space to breathe again. 

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