03/18/2026
One of the strangest parts of becoming a Mom for me is that it didn’t just introduce me to my child.
It reintroduced me to my own Mother, too. 🙏🏻
I started remembering things differently.
Maybe even understanding more.
I started seeing how much she may have been carrying, holding, and pushing down while still trying to keep life moving.
How much may have lived behind the smile, beneath the stress, and inside the silence. 💭
Not to excuse what hurt.
Not to rewrite my story.
But to recognize that there may have been more going on inside her than I could understand at the time.
Motherhood has changed the way I see so much.
Including her. ✨🫶
It’s softened some things.
It’s stirred up grief around others.
And sometimes, if I’m honest, it’s both at once. 💔🤍
That complicated, tender truth is part of what I explore in Good Girl, Bad Mom, the ways motherhood doesn’t just change how we care for our children, but how we see ourselves, our Mothers, and the stories we inherited. 📖🌿
Has becoming a Mom changed the way you see your own Mother? 💭🤍