Amidst the hectic routine of preparing dinner last night, I received an unexpected text from a close friend: “Hey, want to come over for some wine after the kids are asleep?” This was from a friend who I cherish but rarely get to see. My initial reaction was to type out my usual response—something along the lines of needing to check with my partner, which often meant “I probably can’t make it.”
But then I paused. Why did I feel the need to seek permission? The kids were already in bed, dinner was ready, and everything would be just fine without me hovering around. A rush of excitement coursed through me, and I decided to respond with a bold, “Sounds great, I’ll be there!”
To anyone else, this decision would seem simple: a friend invites you out, you want to go, so you go. That used to be my approach too. However, since becoming a parent, I’ve often felt tied to my family’s needs, struggling to remind myself that I deserve moments away from them. My partner has always encouraged me to nurture my social life, understanding how vital it is to recharge amidst the relentless demands of parenthood.
Nonetheless, stepping away is often easier said than done. I am immersed in this role day in and day out, and the thought of leaving my children—even for a short while—brings up a flurry of worries. What will they do without me? More importantly, who am I outside of being a mom? My sense of identity and self-worth is frequently tied to their well-being, making it hard to remember that I existed before they came along.
It’s a mental hurdle to detach yourself from your children, and it requires intention and practice. This is especially true when they are younger, relying on you for nearly everything. The first year of my children’s lives felt like a stifling prison; I was tethered to their schedules, and every social activity seemed to clash with nap times or bedtimes, slowly diminishing my excitement for life.
The good news is that children do grow. With each passing day, they gain more independence and become less reliant on me. Last night, for the first time in three years, I realized that my kids were just fine without me. As I stepped out the door, purse in hand and devoid of diaper bags or snacks, I felt a twinge of anxiety. The familiar guilt washed over me, tempting me to turn back and stay where I felt needed.
But this time, I felt something refreshing and long-forgotten: freedom. I caught a glimpse of my life before motherhood, when spontaneity was the norm and nothing held me back from enjoying time with friends. People had told me this day would come, but as I struggled through the challenges of raising little ones, I couldn’t fathom reclaiming my independence.
Now, I can confidently say that it does happen. There is a beautiful light at the end of the tunnel, heralding a new beginning. So, hang in there and wait for it… wait for it.
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Summary
This article reflects on the journey of reclaiming independence as a mother. It highlights the struggles and guilt associated with leaving children behind, but ultimately emphasizes the importance of personal freedom and self-identity. As children grow more independent, parents can rediscover their own interests and social lives.