I Lost Myself in Motherhood—But I’m Taking ME Back!
For the longest time, I wasn’t Stephanie. I was “Mom.” And while that’s the most beautiful, cherished title I could ever hold, somewhere along the way, I lost the woman behind it.
Motherhood is consuming. It’s waking up to little voices calling my name before the sun rises. It’s pouring every ounce of love, patience, and energy into two tiny humans who need me for everything. It’s being touched all day, needed constantly, and never truly clocking out. It’s chaotic, exhausting, and messy. But it’s also the sweetest love I’ve ever known.
For years, I’ve embraced the sacrifice. I’ve let go of the girl I once was because my babies became my world—and I don’t regret that for a second. But what I didn’t realize was how much of me was slipping away in the process. The woman who had dreams outside of being a mother. The woman who loved creating, learning, and pushing herself to grow. The woman who once felt confident in her identity outside of diapers, snacks, and lullabies.
I thought that losing myself was just part of motherhood. That this season meant setting aside my own wants and passions indefinitely. That the exhaustion and identity shift were just the way it is.
But then something changed.
I picked up my Bible.
In the rare, quiet moments of my day, I started reading. And something in me woke up. I began to feel a connection—not just to my faith but to myself.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just someone’s mother—I was Stephanie. A woman with purpose. A woman with gifts. A woman who still had a story to tell beyond motherhood.
This journey of rediscovery has been everything. I’m learning that I don’t have to choose between being a great mom and being me. I can pour into my children and into myself. I can chase the passions that set my soul on fire. I can build something of my own, not just for me but for them—so they can see what it looks like to live with passion, purpose, and faith.
Motherhood changed me, but it didn’t erase me.
I’m Stephanie. I’m a mother, a dreamer, a creator, a woman who loves deeply and gives fiercely. And I refuse to lose myself ever again.
If you’re a mom reading this and you feel like you’ve lost yourself too, let me remind you: You are still in there. You are more than what you do for everyone else. You are allowed to take up space, to dream, to grow, and to be.
This journey of finding myself again has been the most freeing, empowering thing I’ve ever done. And I promise—you can find you again too.