05/25/2026
I know work is a privilege.
And I know there are moms out there doing what they have to do to provide for their families.
But if I’m being honest…
There was a season where every Sunday night, I’d get this heavy feeling in my stomach.
Not because I hated my job.
But because tomorrow meant switching back into survival mode.
Rushing out the door.
Meetings.
Deadlines.
Leaving my babies with someone else.
Trying to explain this season of motherhood to people who don’t fully understand it.
Giving my energy to everyone else all week…
just to make it back to the weekend with my family.
And somewhere along the way…
everything I worked so hard for stopped filling my cup the same way.
Not because I became less ambitious.
Not because I suddenly didn’t care about growth.
But because motherhood changed me.
My priorities changed.
Success started feeling different.
You still want purpose.
You still want growth.
You still want financial security.
But suddenly…
time matters more.
Presence matters more.
And missing the little moments starts to feel heavier than it used to.
I know I can’t be the only mom silently carrying this feeling every Sunday night.
Please tell me I’m not alone in this. 🥹