Mother has arrived.
And no, you don’t need to wait to feel like yourself again. You’re already her.
Let me say this plainly— somewhere along the way, mothers were told to shrink.
To hide. To wear whatever “works” and deal with it.
And honestly… most of it is ugly. Or uncomfortable. Or made like you’re supposed to disappear until you “bounce back.”
I’m not interested in that.
You don’t disappear. You expand.