I Don’t Always Feel Like a Mom

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By Toni Hammer

Both of my kids are on a winter wonderland trip with my in-laws which has allowed me to head out into the world on my own. I have been stroller free, diaper bag free, and squeezy pouch free for a couple days and it’s been pretty liberating, I must say.

I had a strange epiphany of sorts, though, because Heaven forbid I just take it easy for an hour or two.

It was chilly on Monday afternoon as I headed home from the pharmacy. I was wearing my skinny jeans, knee high boots, tunic top, flannel, scarf and slouchy knit hat. With my messenger bag slung across my back, I took a deep breath of winter air and thought, “I feel like me.”

Now, initially, there’s nothing wrong with feeling like myself. Obviously.

On a superficial level, it could’ve just been the clothes I was wearing which weren’t caked in snot and yogurt and whatever my kids have smeared all over their little bodies. It could’ve just been the fact I was somewhere outside of my apartment by myself. It could’ve been the ice-blended whipped-cream drenched goodness I was slurping.

But it was more than that. It was the solitude and my attitude in that moment. I felt like me but…

I realized I still struggle to identify myself as a mom.

I’ve been a parent for over two and a half years now and I still don’t identify as a mom. I mean, I know I’m a mom. I have the stretch marks, sippy cups, and sleep-addled brain to prove it. But I don’t quite feel like me in this new mom skin yet.

There are of course moments when I feel like a mom. When my daughter curls up with me on the couch in the morning to drink her milk and watch some Sesame Street. When my son grabs my hand and pulls me into the other room to throw a ball with him. When both kids are yelling at me that they’re hungry, or when they say, “Love you!” as I kiss them good night.

I feel like a mom in those moments and many others.

But as I walked along the sidewalk in my Pacific Northwest attire, something clicked in me that hadn’t clicked in a long time. The absence of my children’s presence reminded me of who I am at my core. I can’t explain it. It wasn’t that I was doing or saying anything extraordinary; it was just a simple, fleeting moment in time where I felt like myself. My old self.

I felt a bit guilty as though I was cheating on my kids by letting go of my maternal ways for a bit. I felt conflicted as the mom version of me and the non-mom version of me fought in my head and heart. I felt like I was breaking some sort of law because I’m a mom–shouldn’t I feel that way all the time? Is there something wrong with me?

I’m not sure when I’ll begin to feel like a mom all the time. Maybe I never will. Maybe it’s supposed to be that way. Perhaps if all I did was identify as a mom, I’d lose who I am deep down in my soul. Maybe it’s a good thing that I can still slip back into those old feelings, nuances, and skinny jeans, and feel like that pre-kid part of me hasn’t died after all.

There’s no formal ending to this post. I’m just musing, wondering, thinking… I like to do that once in awhile. That’s one thing my childless self and mom-self have in common.

Toni Hammer is a local stay-at-home mom and freelance writer whose first book will be out in early 2017. She blogs at Is It Bedtime Yet and drowns her mommy guilt in copious amounts of coffee and Diet Coke. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

This post originally appeared on Is It Bedtime Yet and is republished with permission. 

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Ali Wilkinson

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Ali Wilkinson is the Online Editor for PDX Parent, and is one of the founders of PDX Kids Calendar. She loves exploring Portland with her three small children, especially when the explorations lead outdoors, to music or to ice cream. You can read more from Ali at www.runknitlove.com.
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