Lost in Motherhood

I’m lost in motherhood. 

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to wear makeup every day and have grown-up conversations on a regular basis. 

I can’t tell you the last time I went two days without having to pull out the vacuum to clean up a mess from my kids. 

I now require stretchy pants because, well, I’m still carrying some baby weight almost three years later. 

My career is on hold because I’ve made the personal choice to prioritize motherhood in this season of my life. 

My number one identity is this: Mommy. 

It’s the name that’s called out for hundreds of times in one day. The name I respond to by the little humans that need me for every single thing. And as such, I feel like I’ve lost myself in motherhood. 

And then God reminds me: I am His. 

I am made in His image (Genesis 1:27). 

I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). 

I am not my own, but I was bought at a price. I am a temple for His Spirit (1 Corinthians 19-20). 

I am chosen and God’s special possession (1 Peter 2:9). 

I am a child of God (1 John 3:1). 

That’s my identity. That’s who I am. 

A daughter of the King.