12/11/2025
Reminder to those mamas in the hustle this time of year, slow down. Breathe. And hold space for yourself and you role as a mother. Honor it. Hold it close. Savor what it brings. Trust me, you’ll want more of those moments than TJ Maxx and Target checkout lane waits.
Some mothers feel robbed of their motherhood experiences because while they should've been enjoying and soaking up every moment, they were busy fighting in survival mode.
The ache in that statement is palpable—a grief for the joy that was overshadowed by the sheer effort of coping. Survival mode isn’t just a state of being; it’s a relentless tide that pulls you under, leaving little room for the sweetness of simply being present. It’s the stolen moments of wonder, the laughter cut short by stress, the milestones marked by anxiety instead of awe. The "should've been" lingers like a shadow, a reminder of what feels lost.
But even in the fight, motherhood still unfolds—raw, unpolished, and fierce. Maybe it’s not the loss of an idealized experience, but a redefinition of what it means to show up. The resilience in survival is a kind of love too, one that adapts, protects, and holds on. Perhaps in time, the space opens up to reclaim those moments, to find joy in the scorchiness of it all, and to honor the strength it took to keep going. Want to explore how to find pockets of peace or how to gently rewrite your story?