No one really talks

 No one really talks about how invisible you feel after becoming a mom.

The calls stop being for you.
The texts are all about the baby.
No one asks how you’re doing
How you’re really doing.

You go from being a whole person
To just “Mom.”

And while I love being a mom more than anything
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world
I do miss feeling like I mattered too
Like I was someone worth checking on
Like I was still seen.

I miss being asked how I’m sleeping
How I’m coping
If I’m okay

Because sometimes the strongest moms are the ones silently breaking
The ones who smile and say “I’m fine”
While pouring from a cup that’s been empty for days

So if you know a mom
Call her
Not to see the baby
But to see her

We’re still in here
Still trying
Still hoping someone notices.