When you become a mother in your twenties, you are still becoming yourself. The lines blur. You lose pieces of your identity to the baby, and it takes years to find them again.
At this age, the tired is just… physical. And I’ve survived physical exhaustion before. I’ve survived heartbreak, career collapses, funerals, and the slow realization that life doesn’t owe you a single thing. mature mom
I do the math in the dark. When my child graduates high school, I will be the age my own mother was when she became a grandmother. When they get married, I may be walking with a cane. I won't likely be the grandparent who chases them through the park for hours. When you become a mother in your twenties,
I am a "mature" mom. Not "old." Mature.
At 25, exhaustion was existential. It was fear. It was "Will I be enough? Will I break this? Do I even know who I am?" At this age, the tired is just… physical