Rediscovering myself through motherhood hasn’t been easy. For a long time, I felt lost amidst sleepless nights, toddler tantrums, and the constant demands of being a mom. But slowly, I began to find parts of myself again — patience, creativity, and resilience. I thought I had lost myself.
When I was much younger, motherhood looked very different from afar. I imagined it as simply becoming a mum, loving my children, and somehow still enjoying a soft, luxurious life — one where things would fall neatly into place.
I didn’t know then that motherhood is not just a season, but a lifetime commitment. A calling that reshapes you in ways no one can fully explain.
Somewhere between pregnancy, sleepless nights, breastfeeding, toddler tantrums, and the constant noise of everyday life, the girl I once knew felt very far away. Not gone — just quiet.
I stepped away from writing, from creating, from showing up here. Not because I didn’t care, but because life demanded more from me than I knew how to give.
Just when I felt like I was beginning to find my feet again — learning my rhythm, rediscovering small parts of myself — motherhood stretched me once more. Baby number three arrived, and with her came another wave of love, responsibility, and surrender.
Motherhood changed everything.
How Rediscovering Myself Through Motherhood Changed My Identity
No one really prepares you for how much motherhood reshapes you. Not just your body — but your thoughts, your patience, your priorities, and your sense of identity.
I became a mother and suddenly:
- My time was no longer mine
- My needs came last
- My days revolved around tiny humans
And in trying to be everything for everyone, I slowly stopped being present for myself. Some days I felt strong. Some days I felt invisible. Most days, I felt tired in ways sleep couldn’t fix.
For a long time, I thought losing myself meant I was doing something wrong. But motherhood taught me something important:
Sometimes, you don’t lose yourself — you shed parts of who you were so you can grow into who you’re becoming.
I wasn’t disappearing. I was transforming. And transformation is rarely quiet or beautiful in the moment.
In This Journey of Rediscovering Myself Through Motherhood
I didn’t rediscover myself all at once. It happened slowly, in small, ordinary moments:
- When I chose rest without guilt
- When I laughed with my children instead of rushing them
- When I accepted that some days are about survival, not perfection
- When I picked up writing again, even if my thoughts felt messy
Motherhood didn’t erase me. It revealed parts of me I didn’t know existed — patience, resilience, softness, strength.
This Season Looks Different — And That’s Okay
As I write this, I am a mother to a newborn and two toddlers. My days are full of unpredictable questions . Some days feel beautiful. Some days feel overwhelming.
There are moments I wonder if there is still room for my dreams, my career, my sense of purpose beyond motherhood. But this season is teaching me something important:
My life doesn’t need to look like it once did to still be meaningful.
Rediscovering myself doesn’t mean going back to who I was before children — it means honoring who I am now, in this exact season.
Why I’m Writing Again
I’m writing again for the mother who feels like her dreams are slipping away. The one who wonders if having children means the end of her career, her ambitions, or her personal growth.
I’m writing to remind you — and myself — that there are still potentials within you that you have not lost. There is a drive inside you that motherhood does not extinguish, even if it feels quiet right now.
You are allowed to pause. You are allowed to feel tired. But you are not required to let go of who you are becoming.
Omah’s Discovery is no longer about perfection or polished stories, it’s about:
- Real motherhood
- Lifestyle through the lens of family
- Gentle lessons learned in the middle of chaos
- Building a life that holds both love and ambition
This space is part of my rediscovery. A reminder that I still get to exist beyond my roles — not separate from them, but alongside them.
If You’re Reading This.
If you feel like you’ve lost yourself too, know this: You’re not broken. You’re becoming. And it’s okay to rediscover yourself gently.
Welcome to Omah’s Discovery 🤍
