I remember this picture so vividly…It was 2015 and my first Mother’s Day as a mom of two. And boy, was I struggling.

As a type-A mom who once believed I could manage everything—motherhood humbled me. The early days felt like a blur of sleepless nights, scattered toys, and an endless to-do list that never seemed to shrink. I remember standing in the middle of my living room, overwhelmed by the chaos, wondering if I'd ever feel in control again. It was a horrible feeling…and no one prepared me for this!

Then I started becoming this “angry mom” that I never dreamed I’d be!

But there I was — laying in bed, fighting back tears (again), after yelling my way through another chaotic bedtime.

It was the same cycle on repeat: picking up messes, wrestling instead of brushing teeth, backtalk over pajamas… and me, completely out of patience. My throat would ache from yelling. The guilt would set in the moment I shut their bedroom doors.

I’d spiral — wondering if I was ruining them with my anger. Wondering what kind of mom I had become. I wasn’t always this way. I used to be calm, even-tempered… but motherhood changed me in ways I didn’t expect. I felt like I was drowning in resentment, shame, and exhaustion.

And I was so, so unhappy.

But deep down, I didn’t want to stay stuck in that cycle. I wanted to show up with more peace, more patience, more love — not just for my kids, but for myself too…