Something happened today that made me think. I was lying in the room, feeling a bit sick, while my wife was outside taking care of the kids. I saw her moving between tasks like it was just another normal day—feeding, calming, cleaning, repeating. Without much thought, I asked, “What if you could be two people—one to take care of the kids and one to take care of me?”
She didn’t react negatively. She smiled and said, “Be patient. There will be a time when I come back to you. I know you feel like you lost me. But I lost myself.”
That line stayed with me—not because it was poetic, but because it was honest. She said it with a quiet acceptance. She knows her role right now is being a mother, and she’s settled into it.
People talk about motherhood as if it’s just love and patience. But they rarely talk about what it takes away. Not in a dramatic way, but in a slow, consistent, unnoticed way. When someone becomes a mother, a lot of things quietly move to the back: personal space, hobbies, identity, even basic things like resting without guilt.
I realized I’ve been thinking from my side. I noticed the gaps—fewer conversations, fewer shared moments—and assumed that was the whole story. But for her, the shift isn’t just in time spent; it’s in how motherhood redefines who she needs to be every day. It’s not a loss of connection, but a reallocation of identity and focus.
My question came out casually, but it carried more weight than I realized. The issue isn’t whether I want more attention—it’s whether I acknowledge the price she pays to give it. It’s simple to ask. It takes more effort to support.
Motherhood changes the distribution of time and identity by default. It doesn’t wait for permission. And most of the sacrifice happens silently. We praise mothers, but praise doesn’t give them back the pieces they set aside.
If anything, today’s moment reminded me that the solution isn’t to wish she could be “two people.” It’s to help create space so she doesn’t have to split herself in the first place.
There’s a part of our life before kids that I still cherish. But this phase demands different things. My focus now isn’t to pull her back to who she was, but to support who she’s becoming.