As a mom of two boys, I often find myself grappling with something that feels a lot like Imposter Syndrome…”Am I Really a Mom?” I think to myself.

Both of my pregnancies were challenging, I underwent two C-sections and breastfed each of my kids for a year. Professionally, I juggle being the Co-Founder and Creative Director of a startup (my other child aka Bumpdate), while also being the primary caretaker as a mostly stay-at-home and dedicated mom. I spend every day with my kids. Yet, when I meet someone new or catch up with an old friend and the topic of my children comes up, I still can’t help but feel a little stunned when I say, “I have two sons.” Wait, ME? A MOM? Sometimes, it still doesn’t feel real.

I still feel like I have so much growing and maturing left to do. How can I be a parent when I’m still figuring things out myself? How am I entrusted with the care of two amazing children? And honestly, HOW are they so incredible when I’m the one raising them? My mind struggles to wrap itself around this concept.

It’s in the little moments that this feeling sneaks up on me the most.

Like when my toddler confidently explains how the world works, and I realize I’m supposed to be the one teaching him – but half the time, he seems to be the one teaching me. Or when another mom asks me for parenting advice, and I often say, “Oh, I have no idea – I’m just winging it too!” Even something as simple as signing them up for summer camp or writing their names on a lunchbox can make me pause and think, Wow, they’re really mine. 

I don’t have any solutions or advice — I just wanted to share where I am in my motherhood journey.

And honestly, I find humor in it. When I voice these feelings to other moms, I often hear, “I feel the exact same way!” That connection brings me comfort. But there have also been times when I’ve shared these thoughts and been met with sympathy, which, ironically, makes me feel even stranger about it. It’s not that I doubt my worth as a mom – it’s just that my mind is still in awe that I am one.  That I have not just one, but two incredible children who call me Mom.

And let’s be real – social media can be so helpful when it comes to motherhood (hello..Bumpdate!!), but it can also confuse the hell out of me and spiral my thoughts when I inevitably compare myself to others. Scrolling through my feed, I see moms who seem to have it all figured out. They have the perfect morning routines, the well-balanced meals, the calm and patient parenting moments. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to remember if I brushed my teeth before I head out the door. It’s easy to wonder, Am I the only one who still feels like they’re figuring this out?

Despite the odd and sometimes funny sense of Imposter Syndrome, one thing is undeniable – my life truly began the moment they were born.

Before becoming a mom, I didn’t fully grasp the depth of love I was capable of giving. I had no idea how much of my heart and soul would be consumed by these little beings. I never could have imagined how profoundly grateful I would feel for them, or for the life we now share. And yet, even in those quiet moments when I hold them close, a small voice in my head still whispers, Am I really a mom? It’s a question that lingers, not because I doubt my love or my role, but because the enormity of motherhood is still something I’m in awe of.

This journey, with all its ups and downs, is the most fulfilling one I could ever dreamed of.

And while I may still question whether I’m the mom they deserve, I know one thing for sure—being their mother is the greatest gift, and I’m giving it my all, every single day. So, to all the moms out there who have ever asked themselves, Am I really a mom?—you’re not alone. We may not have all the answers, but together, we’re shaping something beautiful: our children and ourselves. Keep going, mama. Every day is a step forward.

For more about finding yourself in motherhood, read “Bouncing Back After Baby — What Does That Even Mean?“.