How Becoming A Mother Gave Me the Confidence I Desired

Being a mom is the craziest, sexiest, coolest thing I’ll ever do.

photo of the author, 5 months pregnant on a yacht, dressed in purple.

I’ll be the first to tell you, being a mom was NOT on my priority list. I was never the girl who dreamed of becoming a mother.

I did always have a list of baby names in the back of some notebook.

In fact, I was very much okay with being the cool, childless auntie who could always hand the babies back to their rightful owner.

Now, almost two years into motherhood, something inside me has shifted. I’ve evolved into a more advanced version of myself.

This version of me is compassionate, discipline, and confident. I have developed a deep sense of appreciation for how I show up in the world — flaws and all.

All my life, I have struggled with confidence. Like, true confidence. I was good at pretending as I’m quite a good actress. I wanted Confidence — with a capitol C.

Like most mental and emotional conditions, confidence fluctuates — it ebbs and flows with the seasons and circumstances. Deep, authentic, genuine confidence is a matter of spirit. I earned it through the spiritual initiation of giving birth.