As the day wore on, I felt the familiar restlessness build within me. From morning to evening, the relentless demands of parenting began to erode my patience, leaving me teetering on the edge of my sanity. An overwhelming urge to escape surged within me, as the frustrations and annoyances swelled in my throat, urging me to run out the front door and leave everything behind.
I craved space, a break from the commitments I had willingly embraced. I needed to breathe without being interrupted, to think without the constant clamor of requests. I longed to reconnect with the person I was before motherhood defined me. I realized I had reached my limit.
So, I told my partner I was stepping out, laced up my sneakers, and literally ran away from home.
Running has never been my passion; I’ve never sought that so-called runner’s high. Yet that day, I sprinted like I was fleeing from danger, as if my life depended on it. I pushed myself further and further away from my loving partner and my delightful, albeit demanding, children. I distanced myself from the life we had built over the years, from the constant refrain of “Mommy!” and “I’m hungry!” to the never-ending chaos of parenting.
I ran without looking back, navigating through streets and up hills. With each stride, I felt the burdens of motherhood—the weight of caring for little ones and guiding adolescents—begin to lift. The annoyances faded into the distance, and I began to hear my own thoughts again.
When I stopped to catch my breath, I found myself in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I noticed a woman washing dishes through a kitchen window. She wore a frown. Was she a mother? Did she ever yearn for escape?
As I glanced back toward home, I took a deep breath. The urgency that had propelled me outside began to fade, replaced by a gentle pull to return to my family. I started walking, feeling my heart steady. I was okay. I could breathe. I was ready to embrace my role as “Mom” once again.
I walked halfway home and then sprinted the rest of the way back to my family. That day taught me a crucial lesson about motherhood: it’s entirely possible to love your family deeply while also needing time away. It’s normal to feel both fulfilled and overwhelmed simultaneously. Spending too much time in one role can cause you to forget your own identity. Sometimes, breaking free without guilt is necessary, and you might discover parts of yourself you thought were lost.
Most mothers I know experience that desire to run away at times. When you feel that urge, act on it. Lace up your shoes and go. Inhale deeply and relish the fresh air filling your lungs. Embrace the freedom waiting just beyond your daily routine. Trust that you will want to return. You’ll come back sweaty and spent, but your spirit will feel renewed.
Since that day, I’ve made a habit of escaping out the front door, and I’ve never been happier. I encourage my fellow mothers to do the same. You may find that stepping away from home is one of the best decisions you can make—for yourself and your family.
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