Becoming

I’m learning to love the version of me

with softer edges,

the one who doesn’t get it all done—

and no longer tries to.

The me with tired eyes

and a full, aching heart.

The one who forgets appointments

but remembers lullabies.

I’m learning to love

the woman who cries and keeps going,

who breaks and still believes.

She is not the girl I dreamed of becoming—

she’s more.

Because she lives in the now,

not the before.

She mothers. She writes.

She worships.

Not perfectly.

But fully.

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Author's Note:

This piece was written for Day 5 of the journaling challenge by @loveoffering, and it arrived right on time. Today’s prompt made me pause and really reflect on the unexpected changes I’ve had to walk through—changes that felt like detours but became divine reroutes.

I thought I had to be the version of myself who had it all together. But motherhood—raw, humbling, and beautiful—showed me the woman I actually am. And she’s worth loving. She is both softer and stronger.

Thank you for reading and holding space for this version of me. Every view, comment, and share reminds me that this work matters.

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Let’s keep becoming—together.