🌸 Mother Wounds: Protecting Your Peace While Becoming Who You Truly Are

I want to begin by thanking all mothers and recognizing the strength it takes to show up for your children. I’m not a mother, but I deeply respect the emotional, mental, and physical labor that motherhood requires. I love my mother with my whole heart, and I’m grateful for everything she has done for me. She is a phenomenal woman.

But here is the truth I’ve finally learned to speak:
I don’t want to be anything like her — and that’s okay.

My mother is deeply practical and logical. While that approach works beautifully for her, she has always hoped I would live my life the same way. And for a long time, I did. I followed the expected path: went to college, got a job, paid bills, and repeated the cycle day after day.

She is proud of me, but she also wishes I lived my life the way she sees fit.

✏️ The Beginning: Career Expectations & Lost Dreams

I have always wanted to be a writer. Writing is my passion, my escape, and the place where I feel most alive. But my mother reminded me often that “writers don’t make money” and that writing is “a hobby, not a career.”

When it was time to choose a college major, I wanted journalism. She wanted me to teach English. Because she was paying for school, I felt pressured to choose what she wanted. I applied as an undecided major and followed her wishes.

But once I took my first journalism class, I knew writing was where I belonged. I declared a Communication major with an emphasis in Journalism — without telling her — and it was the best decision I ever made for myself.

I wish I followed my heart like that in more areas of my life. I dreamed of being a ballerina. A writer. Someone creative and free. Instead, I let practicality, fear, and other people’s doubts shrink me.

But I’m finding my rhythm again.

🎓Choosing My Own Path in Education

When I decided to pursue graduate school, my mother didn’t understand. To her, I should work first, then return to school. That made perfect sense logically — just not emotionally or spiritually.

I followed my intuition and earned a graduate assistantship that paid for my Master’s degree. Another decision made for me, not for approval.

💛 Love, Marriage, and Motherhood—On My Terms

My mother envisions me married with three kids.
But I am not married.
I have no children.
And I do not currently desire either.

She believes it’s a phase, but it’s not. I’ve always felt indifferent about marriage and kids. Now I know that these are simply not my personal dreams. And that is okay.

If it happens, beautiful.
If it doesn’t, I will be happy — maybe even happier.

My mother has lived a life shaped around pleasing others. And I have spent years doing the same for her.

I am breaking that cycle.

🌼 Finding Myself Again

For a long time, I lost pieces of who I was. I felt disconnected, like something was missing — and what was missing was me.

I am a writer.
A creative.
A woman who colors outside the lines.
Someone who wants joy, adventure, and peace more than practicality.

I am finding my voice again.
My confidence.
My identity.
My peace.

This version of me is brave enough to share her story publicly. Vulnerability can feel scary, but it can also liberate someone else.

If my experience helps even one person reconnect with themselves, then it’s worth it.

💛 Tips for Healing Mother Wounds & Protecting Your Peace

1. Honor Your Truth — Even When Others Disagree

Your desires don’t need external validation.

2. Separate Your Identity from Your Mother’s Expectations

You are allowed to choose your own path, even if it’s unfamiliar to her.

3. Set Boundaries Without Guilt

You can love someone deeply while still protecting your emotional space.

4. Make Room for the Dreams You Abandoned

Return to what once lit your soul on fire.

5. Build a Life That Feels Good to You

Not one that simply looks responsible from the outside.

6. Practice Self-Compassion as You Heal

You are shedding generational patterns — that takes time and grace.

7. Celebrate Who You Are Becoming

Your growth, your voice, and your authenticity deserve recognition.

🌿 Final Thoughts

Protecting your peace means choosing yourself.
It means releasing expectations that never belonged to you.
It means reconnecting with the version of yourself that feels whole, joyful, and free.

I am still on this journey — still learning, still healing, still becoming.
And I love the woman I’m growing into.

I hope you choose to love yourself enough to live authentically, boldly, and unapologetically.

Be happy by being your authentic self. Always.

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