The Art of Not Losing Yourself in Motherhood

Truth be told, I just lost it with my kid—and in the aftermath, I snapped back into the realization that I was deeply under-resourced.

After taking a moment to repair with my child, I paused and asked myself:
What would it look like to mother me right now?

So I went to the mirror and whispered,
"Satya, what do you need right now?"

When “Good Mom” Means Forgetting Yourself

I used to think being a “good mom” meant doing it all.
The meals... The IG worthy birthday parties…The stuff…

I thought love meant putting myself last.

But somewhere between the breast pumps and school drop-offs, I realized I wasn’t with myself anymore. I was managing, producing, checking boxes. Not breathing. Not feeling.

And deep down, I knew something was off.
I was pouring from a cracked cup. And I could feel I was on edge.

Choosing Myself (Even Just a Little)

The shift didn’t come from a grand awakening. It came quietly.

Most recently it happened when I put on THIS DRESS for the first time and I felt a little more like me again (oh! there I am).

Or when I soaked with endless time at the end of a long day and thought, I needed this.

Or when I noticed that I felt relaxed (without judgment) watching my kids doing something that usually makes me go crazy...

This shift felt radical.

Mothering Is a Creative Act

Mothering is not a task list.
It’s an art form.

And mothering ourselves requires us to also use the tools we use to support our children to also...

Pause.

Breathe. 

To do something that feels nourishing this week.

To be held.

To feel seen.

To matter.

And we don’t need to overhaul our lives.
We just need to notice.
To return. To begin again.

There are no maps for mothering yourself.
Only moments.

Moments where you look in the mirror and say, I’m still here.
Moments where you put your hand on your heart and feel the pulse of your own becoming.

This is how we reclaim ourselves.
This is how we remember.

This is how we begin again.

With love,
Satya