I became a mom when I was still figuring out who I was

 I became a mom when I was still figuring out who I was. So I’ll never truly know who I might have become without my babies.

But I know she would have been someone else.

She would have faced her own battles.
She would have found her own path, and possibly even grown into someone she was proud of eventually.

But this version of me?
The one who became a mother before she felt ready?
She learned to grow while carrying others.
She learned to heal while protecting little hearts.
She learned to show up on the days she had nothing left to give.

She found her strength in the chaos.
Her voice in the middle of cries.
And her purpose in the eyes of her children.

I may never meet the version of me who didn’t become a mom so young.
But I know this version is exactly where she’s supposed to be.
And I wouldn't trade that for anything.