I’ve lost my identity. And the twist? I know exactly who the culprits are. This ragtag trio of little ones has commandeered my name, trading it in for a slew of generic titles. I’m no longer “Emily.” Now, I’m simply “MOM!” “MAMA!” “MOMMY!”, and occasionally, with an exaggerated eye roll, “Mother.” This isn’t the person I once was. I used to be a strong, fiercely independent woman who didn’t think twice about sippy cups or toddler tantrums. I went to bed when I pleased, enjoyed uninterrupted sleep, and rearranged my living room furniture whenever the mood struck. I spent my free time with friends, diving into novels, and rewatching my favorite films. My choices only impacted me.
Now, I’m a mom who worries about screen time and gets teary-eyed over wiggly teeth. Every night, I engage in a battle of wills at bedtime, as if I’m trying to negotiate peace treaties in a medieval court. I hardly have the time or energy to tidy up the living room, let alone rearrange it. Free time? What’s that? I still make decisions, but each one must be considered in light of the three little lives that depend on me.
These adorable little creatures have hijacked my identity.
And here’s the kicker: I don’t really want it back.
Okay, that’s not entirely accurate. There are those fleeting moments when I’m exhausted, cranky, and drowning in kid chaos, when I find myself reminiscing about my pre-mom life. But those thoughts are always short-lived. I wouldn’t trade my life as a mother for anything, not even if you offered me a million bucks.
What I do want, however, is my privacy returned, thank you very much.
As a mother, my personal space is invaded daily. From the moment my first little angel was conceived, my body has felt like a communal space. Even though all three umbilical cords were cut (trust me, I was there), it feels like there’s an invisible string pulling them to me, no matter where I am in the house.
If I wake up early for some alone time, guess who else is up? That’s right. If I step out of the room to take a phone call, they magically appear. Meditation? HA! Finding a moment to pee in peace? Double HA! Showering alone is a distant memory. My kids have seen me in all my glory so many times that they’ll probably need therapy for it one day. But hey, that’s their fault!
People often ask if I have privacy concerns as an online writer. Sure, I do, but nothing compares to the lack of privacy I experience as a mom in my own home. And there’s no one to turn to with these feelings. “That’s just part of motherhood, Ma’am.”
Good thing these little rascals are so darn cute.
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In summary, motherhood flips your identity upside down, and while it might feel like an invasion of privacy, the love and joy these little ones bring make it all worthwhile.
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