I’m a twin mom, caffeinated, exhausted, and here to tell it like it is. No filter. ☕️
Hi friends! And welcome back to Twinly Honest!
Let the chaos begin…
Today as I publish this, my preemie babies turn 10 months old. No, I am not okay. 😆
Ten months ago, I became a mom to two baby girls.
Two babies. Ten months. And one version of me that doesn’t exist anymore.
Somehow it feels like yesterday… and also like I’ve grown ten years in the process.
And I’m still getting to know the woman I’m becoming.
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I didn’t expect becoming a mom to feel like a full identity renovation.
I thought I was just having babies.
I didn’t realize I was also rebuilding myself from the inside out.
Somewhere between caffeine overload, nap schedules, and toys taking over the living room, I started realizing… I’ve changed.
In the best way!
And also in ways I’m still trying to understand.
Because as much as I love my babies more than anything in this world, there are moments when I catch myself missing who I used to be.
✨ Becoming a Mom Has Been The Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me
And also the most confusing identity shift of my life.
One day I was just me.
The next day I was someone’s everything.
Actually… two someone’s.
And that kind of responsibility doesn’t just add to your life. It rearranges it.
My time changed.
My body changed.
My priorities changed.
Even my definition of success changed.
And I know this is a really beautiful season of life.
I really do.
My body grew two humans. It carried them. It nourished them.
But if I’m being honest… I don’t always feel ‘great’ in it.
Stretched thin.
Some days I feel exhausted.
A little disconnected from the version of myself who used to feel confident in her own skin.
And I’m proud of that.
I know I’m not the only one who feels that way.
This season is beautiful.
But that doesn’t mean we feel ‘great’ every day inside of it.
✨ And Somewhere In The Middle of Learning…I Lost My Job
That one hurt.
I questioned everything.
Was I behind?
Was I stuck?
Was I shrinking?
✨Here Is What I Am Learning
Losing my job did not break me. It didn’t erase my ambition. It didn’t erase my intelligence. It didn’t erase my worth.
If anything, it stripped away the noise long enough for me to see who I was becoming.
The old me chased promotions and timelines.
This version of me? She chases giggles. Milestones. Tiny hands reaching up for her.
The old me measured growth in titles.
This version measures growth in patience. In resilience. In showing up every single day even when she’s exhausted.
Do I miss the independence sometimes? Yes.
Do I miss uninterrupted thoughts? Absolutely.
Do I miss drinking coffee while it’s actually hot? Deeply.
I also narrate everything now.
“Okay girls, we’re turning.”
“Mommy’s parking.”
“Red light.”
The other day I looked over at the car next to me and realized I was fully giving a traffic update to two ten-month-olds. I’m pretty sure the stranger next to me was concerned.
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I don’t miss who I was.
Because I didn’t disappear.
I expanded.
Motherhood changed me.
✨And This Middle Part? Idk…
You feel unsure. In-between. Like you’re rebuilding yourself while folding laundry and changing dirty diapers.
But maybe this isn’t falling apart.
Maybe this is rebuilding.
✨That’s Why I started Twinly Honest.
Not because I have perfect answers.
Not because I’ve mastered this stage.
But because I know I am not the only mom who has thought:
“I love this… and I don’t fully recognize myself right now.”
I wanted a place where we can say the complicated parts out loud.
Where loving motherhood and missing your old independence can exist at the same time.
Where losing a job doesn’t mean losing your direction.
Where staying home doesn’t mean staying small.
Where being “just a mom” isn’t even a phrase we accept anymore.
If you’re in this identity shift too if you’re rebuilding yourself between naps, snack refills, and laundry that never ends you are not behind.
You are becoming.
You are not shrinking.
You are strengthening.
You are not losing yourself.
You are layering into a version of you that is deeper, steadier, and more powerful than you’ve ever been.
And one day, when this season feels less chaotic and more distant, you’re going to look back at this tired, growing, figuring-it-out version of yourself and think:
She didn’t fall apart.
She rebuilt.
And that is something to be proud of.
And if no one has told you lately —
You are not “just” a mom.
You are a woman becoming stronger in real time.
And that matters more than any title ever could.
I’m still figuring it out.
But I’m not shrinking anymore.
I’m becoming.
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— Still figuring it out. Back Soon
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