When Healing and Motherhood Collide

There are moments in motherhood that bring out the very best in us — and the very worst. I didn’t understand why I was so triggered by my daughter’s meltdowns, why I shut down during conflict, or why I couldn’t feel fully present even though I deeply loved my babies.

It wasn’t until I began to truly heal that I saw it clearly: motherhood doesn’t hide our wounds — it exposes them. And that’s not a bad thing.

🌿 The Wounds I Carried

I entered motherhood carrying baggage I didn’t fully unpack.

• Adoption trauma.
• Childhood abuse.
• Years of survival-mode living.

I thought if I pushed it all down, I could build something new — something beautiful. But what’s buried alive doesn’t die. It leaks out in the yelling, the tears, the shame, and the exhaustion that no nap can fix.

✝️ Healing by the Grace of God

My healing journey hasn’t been easy, clean, or fast. I’ve sat in therapy. I’ve prayed through flashbacks. I’ve wept in the shower and worshipped in the chaos.

But I’ve also experienced the gentle hand of a healing God — a Father who doesn’t shame the broken girl in me, but restores her.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” – Psalm 147:3

🧡 My Children Are Not My Do-Over — They’re My Redemption

It hit me one day: I wasn’t failing. I was growing. Every time I break a generational pattern, I am mothering my children and re-mothering myself.

I used to feel ashamed that I had to learn how to love well. Now I thank God I get the chance to do it differently.

🌱 If You’re in the Middle…

To the mama who feels like she’s too broken to raise whole children — you are not too far gone.

Healing takes time. It takes courage. But it also brings joy. And with God’s help, you are already breaking chains.

Your motherhood is not ruined by your past — It’s redeemed by your yes to growth, grace, and God.