Raising Daughters While Becoming Myself

Raising daughters while becoming myself is a journey I never expected to be so intertwined. Every day, the work I do to understand my boundaries, my emotions, and my self-worth doesn’t just shape me, it shapes the way I mother. I didn’t grow up with emotional support or patience, so I’m learning those things as I go. Offering them to my girls even as I learn how to offer them to myself.

Some days I’m overwhelmed. Some days I’m proud. Some days I’m healing old parts of me simply by choosing to show up differently than what I received. I’m not perfect, but I am intentional and that intention is its own kind of progress.

I used to think motherhood and self-growth were two separate paths. Now I realize they’re the same road. Raising my daughters asks me to rise into the woman I wish I had growing up, and becoming myself teaches me how to guide them with more honesty, patience, and softness.

The journey isn’t about choosing between motherhood and becoming myself, it’s about letting the two shape each other gently and honestly. And maybe that’s the beauty of it: we’re all growing, just in different directions, together.