identity after motherhood

I love my baby, but I miss myself

Nothing has brought me greater joy than motherhood, but nothing has brought me greater grief than becoming a foreigner to my own skin.

Sometimes, motherhood is just too much

I have to imagine you feel this too. I have to believe that these feelings, these days of mine are felt by others. I’m saying it out loud because this rawness is so very real, it’s oh so real, and I can’t cover it up.

My children are in school, so it’s time to figure out who I am

I began to struggle with my own identity in the face of my children's developing independence and expanding worldview. Who am I without a little person clinging to my legs in front of strangers? When I think about it, as moms, we even introduce ourselves in a child-centric way: "Hi, I'm her mom, Sharon." Child first, me second.