When Motherhood Steals My Womanhood
š¹Being a mother has been the greatest blessingāand the greatest conflict of my life.
For years, my identity was wrapped up in my children. I gave everything, sacrificed endlessly, and poured myself into motherhood. But somewhere along the way, I stopped being me. The woman with desires, needs, and passionsāthe side of me that craves intimacy, connection, and fulfillmentāwas pushed aside.
Recently, I tried to reclaim that part of myself. I allowed myself to want, to feel, to seek more than just the role of mom. But it wasnāt easy. My responsibilities as a mother never disappear, no matter how grown my children are. And because of that, I feel torn in twoāforced to choose between my role as a mother and my identity as a woman, it's like the two don't mix!
Itās a quiet, aching conflict. Every time, motherhood seems to win, while the woman in me gets silenced. Sometimes I wonder if other mothers feel this tooāthe tug-of-war between being everything for your children and still wanting to be seen, desired, and alive as a woman.š¹
For years, my identity was wrapped up in my children. I gave everything, sacrificed endlessly, and poured myself into motherhood. But somewhere along the way, I stopped being me. The woman with desires, needs, and passionsāthe side of me that craves intimacy, connection, and fulfillmentāwas pushed aside.
Recently, I tried to reclaim that part of myself. I allowed myself to want, to feel, to seek more than just the role of mom. But it wasnāt easy. My responsibilities as a mother never disappear, no matter how grown my children are. And because of that, I feel torn in twoāforced to choose between my role as a mother and my identity as a woman, it's like the two don't mix!
Itās a quiet, aching conflict. Every time, motherhood seems to win, while the woman in me gets silenced. Sometimes I wonder if other mothers feel this tooāthe tug-of-war between being everything for your children and still wanting to be seen, desired, and alive as a woman.š¹
46-50, F
