A Glimpse into Motherhood

I still remember the day I found out I was pregnant with my first child. I was in the middle of pursuing my degree, focused on building my future. It was a surprise—one I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t know the first thing about motherhood. I only knew what I had seen in my own mother: a woman who gave everything she had to give us a better life.

She worked tirelessly, often silently battling exhaustion and heartache, but she always wore a smile. That smile stayed with me. It wasn’t just about being strong—it was about choosing love, even when it was hard. Her quiet resilience gave me a spark: maybe motherhood, despite its demands, was a beautiful role. At the end of the day, you have someone to return to. You have your own blood by your side.

When my daughter was born, I was afraid to hold her. I felt unsure, disconnected, even sad. I later came to understand that I was experiencing what many mothers do—baby blues, a period of emotional vulnerability after childbirth. Everything changed the day her health began to decline. It felt like life was pushing me to the edge and whispering, “Enough. Stand up.” That moment awakened something in me: a fierce determination to protect, to care, and to become the mother I was meant to be.

Not long after, when my firstborn was just one and a half years old, I found out I was pregnant again. This time, the joy didn’t last. I still remember vividly when the doctor said they couldn’t detect a heartbeat. I had carried the child for nearly three months. The grief was invisible to others but heavy inside me. I had been so busy caring for others, I hadn’t allowed myself to process the bond I had already formed. That day, it hit me deeply: even without seeing the child, a mother feels the loss—and even in loss, the role of a mother remains, imprinted in the heart. Today, I share a glimpse into my journey of motherhood to remind anyone reading this that you are not alone. My battles may be different, but what connects us is the shared experience of being a mother. We each carry our own struggles and grief, but embracing the joy, love, and small moments that make it all worthwhile is equally important.

Psychologically, motherhood transforms a woman. It awakens compassion, heightens emotional intelligence, and builds resilience. It teaches us to love without conditions and to give without expecting anything in return. Studies show that nurturing bonds with children can even protect a mother's mental health in the long run, offering purpose, grounding, and emotional reward—even when the journey is filled with challenges.

Being a mother isn't just about sleepless nights or changing diapers. It’s about being present even when you're overwhelmed, showing up with love even when you're tired, and finding strength in the smiles and small milestones.

For mothers who feel unprepared, you don’t have to be ready to be capable. Motherhood rarely begins with certainty. It begins with a heartbeat, a shift in your world, and a series of moments that slowly shape you. Feeling afraid or unsure doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re human. Trust that you will grow into the role. Your love, your effort, and your presence are enough.

Even in fear, you will find courage. Even in chaos, you will create calm. Even in grief, you will discover grace. Motherhood is not a perfect story. It is a journey of becoming—of rising every day to love, to protect, and to nurture, even when the world feels heavy. In that journey, you will discover a version of yourself that you never knew existed: stronger, softer, and beautifully whole.