“A mother, becoming her own home.”
Mary Mba (Ph.D)
Dear Self,
They’re growing up. One by one, they will walk out that door, full of ideas and stories you helped shape. Some will leave without hugging you. Some will speak with resentment in their voice. You’ll want to explain. You’ll want to defend yourself.
But pause. Breathe.
You have already done enough. You have mothered well.
Now, it’s time to mother yourself.
The debts are heavy. The silence hurts. But this next chapter is yours to design—not in service to others, but in service to your peace.
You are allowed to rest. To say no. To cry. To laugh again without permission. To not answer the phone when your heart is too tender. You are allowed to build something beautiful from the rubble.
Grieve what you lost. But don’t forget to dream. There’s a whole world waiting for you, beyond duty and sacrifice. Find it. Walk in it.
You are not alone. And you are not done.
With love,
Your becoming self