It started with a dresser drawer.

Not a particularly meaningful place for a revelation, but lately, every time I opened one of mine, I felt a little overwhelmed.

The drawers were stuffed with clothing I wasn't wearing. Pieces from different seasons of life, different versions of my body, and different ideas of who I thought I might become.

You think about what the children will wear. You make sure everyone has eaten. You finish the food, set the table, clean the bathroom, find the missing shoes, answer the questions and watch the clock slowly start moving faster.

And then, somewhere in there, you remember:

Oh. I have to get dressed too.

This morning, I took both of my girls to the coffee shop.

It took us almost an hour to get there.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, I caught myself wondering—I used to do this all the time. Is this something I still like?

Motherhood has changed my body in more ways than I ever expected.

Some days, I look in the mirror with a deep sense of gratitude for everything my body has carried me through. Other days, I catch myself wondering who the woman looking back at me is.