As a mother, it often feels as though a part of your identity has been appropriated. The transformation is evident: once known by your own name, you now respond predominantly to “MOM!”, “MAMA!”, “MOMMY!”, and occasionally, with a hint of sarcasm, “Mother.” This shift from being an independent individual to someone whose identity revolves around their children can be jarring.
In my previous life, I was a confident woman who didn’t worry about bedtime stories or toddler tantrums. I went to bed whenever I pleased and enjoyed the luxury of uninterrupted sleep. Rearranging furniture for a change of scenery was a spontaneous delight. My free time was filled with leisure activities, such as reading books and watching favorite films at my convenience. Decisions I made were solely mine, influencing only my life.
Fast forward to today, and my focus has shifted dramatically. I now find myself preoccupied with my children’s screen time and emotional responses to losing teeth. The bedtime routine has become an endurance test, as three little ones resist sleep as if it were a form of punishment. Time management has become a juggling act; my energy is consumed by the daily chaos, leaving little room for personal space or preference in how to organize my surroundings. And free time? That’s a rare commodity these days.
These adorable little beings have indeed claimed my identity, yet, paradoxically, I don’t yearn to reclaim my former self. There are moments—especially when fatigue sets in or when I’m overwhelmed by the challenges of parenting—when I reminisce about my pre-motherhood days. However, the thought of returning to that life is fleeting.
What I truly desire is the restoration of my personal privacy. Since becoming a mother, I have faced daily invasions of my personal space. From the moment my first child was conceived, my body transitioned from being solely mine to being a source of nourishment and comfort for my children. Despite the physical separation that occurs at birth, an invisible bond seems to tether them to me throughout the house.
If I attempt to wake up early for some solitary time, they somehow manage to rise early as well. Leaving a room to take a phone call leads to immediate follow-up by the kids. The concept of meditation has become laughable, and the days of enjoying a peaceful bathroom break or a solitary shower are but distant memories. My children have seen me in varying states of undress so frequently that I joke they might need therapy later on—an amusing consequence of their relentless curiosity.
While I occasionally express concerns about my privacy as a writer in the digital world, those worries pale in comparison to the challenges of maintaining personal boundaries as a mother. Unfortunately, there’s no formal support system to address these issues; it seems to be simply part of the motherhood package.
Despite these challenges, the undeniable charm of my children makes it all worthwhile.
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In summary, motherhood brings both wonderful joys and significant identity shifts, often accompanied by a loss of privacy and personal space. While the challenges are real, the rewards of parenthood are immeasurable.