Walking These Motherhood Streets

I didn’t plan to stop writing, but somewhere between working full-time, caring for my child, managing the house, managing myself, and navigating a motherhood journey I was never truly prepared for. I lost my words, not because there was nothing to say but because I was too tired to say it. Too tired to unpack the emotions that were weighing me down. Too tired to explain what it feels like to be needed so constantly, so completely, and yet feel so invisible and taken for granted.

That’s the thing about motherhood that people don’t always tell you:

It’s not just beautiful, it’s heavy.

It’s not just rewarding; it’s draining and frustrating.

And sometimes, it’s painfully lonely, even when your child and partner is right beside you.

I’ve been walking these motherhood streets with my head down. Doing what needs to be done. Being a Jill of all trades – I have my 9-5 then I have my 5 -9 and weekends being a chef, a driver, a teacher, a nurse, a mechanic for toy cars and trucks my son dismantles and destroys. And of course I’m a punching bag – yup, a couple knocks on the head and busted lips. At this point I am a victim of mini-WWE wrestler, the body slams are never ending.

I have had to be the strong one. The present one. The responsible one. Rocking a toddler while my body begged for rest and even when I’m sick.

Somewhere in all of that… I became the silent one. But I don’t want to mother in silence anymore. I want to mother out loud, I want to share my story, because somewhere, there’s another woman trying to hold it all together and wondering if she’s the only one falling apart on the inside. And girl if you are reading this I’m telling you,

You’re not.

I’m not.

We’re not.

So, I’m back. Not just as a blogger, but as a truth-teller. A working mother. A weary mother. A loving but exhausted woman who wants to write her way back to herself.  This space—Walking These Motherhood Streets—will continue to be my journal and my rebellion.

A place where I express myself about the guilt, the grace, the grind, and the growth.

Where I reclaim softness.

Where I make room for rage.

Where I say, “I love my child… however, I need a break.”

If you’ve ever whispered “I’m tired” into your pillow at night…
If you’ve ever cried in the bathroom just to release the pressure…
If you’ve ever felt unseen while carrying the emotional weight of everyone around you…

Then this space is for you.

If you are thinking of starting a family or have a baby on the way…

Then this space is a reality check and preparation for you, and I hope your journey will be more beautiful and fulfilling than mine.

Whoever you are, whatever phase you are in, let’s walk these streets together.
One raw post at a time.
One real feeling at a time.
One deep breath at a time.

If my story has resonated with you thus far drop a comment or DM me. Let us talk and walk these motherhood streets together.