When I became a mother, the world shrank to the size of a child's palm.
Everything revolved around the child: sleep, food, the doctor, temperature, teeth, the first step.
My name seemed to disappear, only "mom" remained. And I loved this word - to tears.
But over time, I realized: mom is not the only thing I am.

I am a woman.
I also need attention.
I want to meet the morning not only with a bottle of formula, but also with the aroma of coffee in my favorite cup.
I want to wear not only comfortable, but also beautiful.
I want to feel desired, not just needed.

This is not selfishness. This is self-respect.

I did not become a worse mother when I allowed myself to put on lipstick or go for a walk alone.
I did not become less caring when I wanted to rest.
Because a happy mother is a gift not only for herself, but also for her child.

I teach my son or daughter that self-love is not shameful.
That a mother has the right to be different: tired, smiling, broken, inspired.
She has the right to dream. To dance in the kitchen. To fall in love. To live.

I don't have to choose between "mother" and "woman".
I am both. And that is my strength.