Vol. 2 — I Miss Myself.

Hey sis,

Let’s talk about the part of motherhood we all feel but don’t say loud enough.

I miss myself.

I miss hearing my own thoughts without three different voices calling for me. I miss eating hot food. I miss being able to shower without the sound of chaos echoing down the hall. I miss not having to share my body, my snacks, or my sleep.

And listen, I love my babies. Every inch of me loves them. But sometimes, I miss me. And that doesn’t make me a bad mom. It makes me human.

Some days I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who I see. Not because I don’t love her, but because she’s been busy surviving. Serving. Sacrificing. She’s still in there, though. And I’ve been slowly calling her back.

I started talking to myself with more tenderness. I started getting dressed for the day again. I started taking 10 minutes to just be — no chores, no goals, no guilt.

Because I don’t want to wait until my kids are grown to find myself again. I want to meet her here, now, in the middle of the mess. I want to show my children what it looks like to love yourself while you love them too.

So if you’ve been feeling lost, just know — you’re not alone. You’re not failing. You’re just overdue for some attention. And you deserve it.

We all do.

Love always,

Lanae

🌸 Soft Solution of the Week

Reintroduce Yourself

Pick one small thing you used to love before motherhood and do it this week. Not for the aesthetic. Not for the kids. Just for you. Maybe it’s wearing that lip gloss. Maybe it’s dancing to that old playlist while folding laundry. Maybe it’s sitting in the car for an extra five minutes of silence before walking back in. Remind yourself that you still exist outside of service.

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🖊 Journal Prompt

Who was I before they needed me this much?

How can I honor her without abandoning who I am now?