Once upon a time, I was an enthusiastic runner. Before we embraced parenthood, we were all something special—an artist, a musician, or a dedicated reader. While many manage to weave their passions into life after kids, I found myself struggling to do so. With the arrival of my first child, I was overwhelmed by the everyday demands, compounded by postpartum depression. Lacking nearby family or friends to lend a hand, I felt lost, like I was transforming into someone I didn’t recognize. The vibrant person I was before motherhood seemed to fade away. In the whirlwind of being a wife and mother, it felt as though my own identity had been pushed aside.
For 16 years, I ran with a dark blue cap shielding my eyes as I covered miles on pavements, dirt roads, and wooded trails—escaping the chaos of life with each stride. Running was my escape, my therapy, my way of coping with whatever life threw my way. But after moving to a new state and dealing with a running injury, life became increasingly complex. Motherhood took center stage, and my beloved running routine came to a halt. My blue cap hung forgotten in the closet, a relic of a happier time. Seventeen months later, I welcomed my second child and fell into an even deeper depression that lasted about a year.
I longed to experience that runner’s high again, to feel the freedom and independence I once had. I missed the exhilarating feeling of overcoming the miles, the connection to that vibrant part of my life. I wanted to navigate the trails again, both literally and metaphorically, but every attempt to run was met with frustration. I was tired, out of shape, and often defeated. Each time I tried, I found myself walking away in disappointment, as running became as complicated as the rest of my life.
This is the reality for many new mothers. Despite the joys and precious moments with our children, the ghost of our former selves often lingers in the background, leaving us to question if we’ll ever reconnect with that person. Days can feel overwhelming, and the multifaceted roles of parenting can lead us away from our true selves. Yet, we push through, tackling each day one moment at a time.
One fateful afternoon, nearly six years later, I stumbled upon my running cap, buried beneath a pile of jackets. Its faded brim reminded me of the countless rainy days spent running through the Pacific Northwest. I put it on, laced up my shoes, and hit the road. My pace was slow, and my chest burned, but I pressed on. Within minutes, the noise of life faded, and all that mattered was the rhythm of my breath. I fell into a familiar pattern, a reminder of the runner I used to be. As I ran, I could feel her presence again—the woman who was never truly gone, just waiting for the right moment to reemerge.
As I descended the final hill, I realized that for the past eight years, my former self had taken a backseat to allow me to be the mother my kids needed. She was always there, patiently waiting for the moment I would reclaim my freedom. Running down that road, I pounded out the struggles of the past years and embraced the reunion with my old self, eager to catch up on all those lost miles.
Rediscovering oneself is a journey—one that takes time, patience, and perseverance. Remember, even in the chaos of motherhood, that vibrant person you once were is still a part of you. She might feel distant, but she’s there, quietly waiting for the perfect moment to join you again. So take it day by day, one step at a time.
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Rediscovering oneself amidst the joys and challenges of motherhood is possible. It’s a gradual process, but every step counts.
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