05/15/2026
A reflection on my first year of motherhood 🤍
I said in class yesterday - I feel the strongest I’ve ever been. Let me explain…
Motherhood has truly stripped me of who I was before- my anxiety is different, PPD arrived uninvited, what I care about has changed, what I value spending my time on is different, who is in my village is carefully thought out, who I don’t care to waste energy on is crucial (there is no energy to waste) and so much more.
With all of that, I’ve had to create a new version of myself and honestly I’m proud of her. I look back on what this year looked like and my inner thoughts say “damn she’s so strong.” Strong in doing the work to meet this version. Strong in adapting to a new role with no rule book. Strong in putting one foot in front of the other when she could barely get one foot out of bed. Strong in greeting this new version with open arms.
Getting cracked open and piecing together with more power, heart, patience for herself, confidence in who she is, and joy for the little things.
So yes, I’m the strongest version of myself right now because this first year of motherhood was not rainbows and butterflies. And yet I’m here. I found strength in resilience, perseverance, and actually discovering who I’m meant to be. It’s just the beginning but that is what I mean when I say I’m the strongest I’ve ever been. (And if you got this far - thanks for being here - I appreciate you so much🤍)
