Making Space For All The Versions of Me
A little poem about finding my voice inside the noise of motherhood
This is Arushi.
She’s a mama to a little boy who makes her heart smile.
She loves her work—helping others tell their stories.
She loves long chats with her husband and sipping coffee in the morning sun.
But sometimes... Arushi forgets that she is a person too.
Not just a mama, not just a worker, not just a helper.
She’s Arushi.
When Arushi became a mama, her days got very, very full.
There were toys to pick up, snacks to make, work calls to finish,
and sometimes even tears to wipe (her son’s and her own).
Arushi tried so hard to be everything for everyone.
But some days... she felt like she couldn’t find herself in the middle of it all.
One day, Arushi took a big, deep breath.
She signed up for a writing course—because she had stories to tell.
She danced in her living room—because she had joy to move.
She sang in the shower, even if it was off-key—because she had a voice to use.
She invested in herself—because she was worth it.
She even booked a hair appointment, just for fun.
And you know what?
It felt good.
Arushi learned that being a mama is wonderful—
but so is being Arushi.
She didn’t have to choose.
She could be both.
She could be the mama who makes banana cake for dinner
and the woman who writes stories late into the night.
She could laugh with her son and cry when the world feels heavy.
She could love her family and love herself.
So now, when Arushi feels a little lost,
she closes her eyes and remembers:
“I’m Arushi. I’m a mama, and I’m me too.”
And you know what?
That’s enough.
More than enough.