After I had my first baby I described the experience as having a bomb go off that blew up my entire life as I knew it.
And during that first year or two, it seemed like that was exactly what happened. Little by little, so much of who I was and how I lived changed. I started to think I didn’t know who I was anymore – that I lost myself in motherhood.
Now 8 years and a couple more babies later, my life truly isn’t recognizable from the one I had pre-motherhood. But I realize now that rather than losing myself, motherhood actually pushed me to find, and step into, the truest and best version of myself yet.
