But I've been noticing a lot of stories about remembering who you are. Apparently the act of pushing a human through your vagina, strips you of your identity. Who knew?
After you give birth, or bring home your bundle of infant/toddler/child (since childbirth is not the only road to parenthood) you become nothing more than an appendage, and a character in their story.
Which would be true, maybe, if they were the center of the universe. But they're not. No one is. This whole narrative is wrong.
I used to be a girl, that people noticed, for being just me. And I had a personality and interests, and talked about stuff besides boobs and babies, and slings, and the every day annoyances and joys of motherhood.
But I still am. It turns out that there was no drastic change in my DNA when I had kids. It's just my focus changed. But that's a phase of my life, not a fundamental change in basic personality.
I have certainly grown and learned along the way, but I'm every bit as much a person as I was when I had no kids. I'm doing different things, I no longer wonder who I'm going dancing with tonight. I mean, for me that question is answered. I have a standing date for dancing with some very short people around bedtime.
It's a different kind of party, but it's still a party.
I'm still a person. Just a person with less alone time who rarely pees alone.
I don't need to remember who I am apart from being a mom. I just have to embrace the fact that I'm who I am and I'm a mom.
Less "take time for yourself" posts please, and more "You rock, and you've always rocked and should embrace your awesome" posts, please, internet universe.
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