05/19/2026
I’ve been a little quiet over here lately — but this has been sitting with me and I wanted to share it.
When I went back to work at three months postpartum, a friend made a passing comment — “our babies need us” — and I felt it in my body before I even processed it. That specific dread of someone confirming your worst fear out loud.
I was already deep in it. The postpartum fog, the mom guilt, that particular vulnerability of early motherhood where you’re constantly scanning everyone around you for whether you’re doing it right.
I was so wide open that one sentence from someone who meant no harm at all reshaped my entire sense of myself for longer than I’d like to admit.
I think about that moment often — not with anger toward her, but with a lot of tenderness toward the version of me who was carrying so much and had so little protection against the weight of other people’s words during that season of life.
Being a highly sensitive person in a season that asks everything of you is its own kind of hard. I was born absorbing everything, and already questioning whether it was okay to want my career and my own identity separate from being a mother. Her comment felt like a verdict had been reached.
My son is almost 2.5 now and I feel like I’m finally finding my footing — in motherhood, in my ambitions, and in how the two actually coexist. It hasn’t been a straight line, and I work at it every day.
Did anyone else experience something like this? A moment where you felt the tension between who you were before becoming a mom and who you felt like you were supposed to become? I think this is such an important conversation that doesn’t get talked about nearly enough.
So let’s talk about it.👇🏼
P.S. Here’s my Jack at 4 months 🥰