Hey mama,

You’re about to step into motherhood, and you have no idea how much it will crack you open.

You’ll hold your baby for the first time and feel a kind of love that wrecks you—in the best way. But then, slowly, you’ll also feel parts of yourself fading. You’ll look in the mirror one day and realize you don’t know who’s looking back. And the truth will scare you: you’ve become everyone else’s everything—but forgot to be yours.

You’re in the thick of toddlerhood now. The tantrums. The clinginess. The constant noise. You can’t even pee alone without tiny fingers under the door. You’re exhausted in ways no one warned you about—not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually, existentially.

But I need you to hear this:
You’re not lost. You’re layered.
You didn’t disappear—you expanded. Underneath the snack packs and sleep deprivation, you’re still a woman who dreams, who feels deeply, who matters.

I know your faith feels distant some days. You pray in whispers, if at all. You wonder if God still hears you when all you offer Him is a tired, “Help me.”
He does. And He’s not asking for perfection. He’s just waiting for you to turn your face back toward Him—even in your messy bun and spit-up stained tee.

You’ll find your way back.
Not to the “you” from before, but to a new, more grounded version of yourself.
One who knows that strength isn’t in doing it all—but in asking for help.
One who realizes that motherhood doesn’t erase you—it refines you.
One who starts putting her crown back on, slowly but surely.

You’ll begin to reclaim your time. Your voice. Your dreams. Your power.
And your child? They’ll get to witness a mother who didn’t just survive—she rose.

Mama, if you feel like you’re drowning in the identity shift…

This is your reminder: God hasn’t forgotten you. And neither have you.

Start small.
Light a candle. Play your favorite worship song. Speak one kind thing over yourself today.

Then come back here and tell me in the comments (or DM me on IG):
What’s one thing you’re ready to reclaim—starting now?

You’ve got this. Not because it’s easy, but because you’re made for this kind of comeback.

With grace, fire, and faith,
You. But bolder. Braver. Becoming.

I’ve created a private journal page where I go even deeper into the raw, unfiltered parts of this journey. It’s a quiet place for the thoughts that don’t always make it to the main blog—because some healing happens in sacred spaces.

Access the private journal here
Password: mom2022

Come inside when you’re ready. Bring your coffee, your messy heart, and your honest questions. I’ll meet you there.