How do I figure out who I am beyond being someone's parent?
This is the question that undoes us, isn't it? Rabia al-Adawiyya knew something about this—she loved so purely that she couldn't separate her devotion from her own becoming. You don't find yourself by stepping away from parenthood. You find yourself *through* it, by noticing what emerges when you're fully present to both the love and the loss, the joy and the bewilderment. Start small. What did you care about before children that still catches your attention? Not as an escape fantasy, but as a real thread. Maybe it's a book you abandoned, a conversation you miss, a way of moving through the world. These aren't distractions from parenting—they're what keeps you alive *within* it. The inner life your children are bringing up in you—the patience you didn't know you had, the grief you didn't expect, the capacity to love something more than yourself—that's not separate from who you are. That's the truest part being revealed. You're not losing yourself. You're becoming someone deeper, stranger, more honest than you were before. The question isn't how to get back to who you were. It's: who are you becoming, and does that person feel like someone worth knowing?