When I first became a mother, I had moments where I struggled with my identity. Because my identity always seems to be what I'm currently doing. In college it was: student, athlete, friend & girlfriend. Then when I started working it was: Human Resources Generalist, friend, wife. And then when I resigned to be a stay at home mom, everything seemed to screech to a halt. There were days when I would tearfully ask my husband: "Who am I? Am I really JUST a mom now?" Because that's all it felt like I did, 24/7: breastfeed, change diapers, wipe up spit up, kiss ouchies, soothe melt downs, battle colds and fevers, etc.
I have learned, as my children grow and gain their independence, that everything really is for a season. It won't always be constant mothering. It won't always be mom shorts and pony tails and Mommy and Me classes and countless pediatric appointments. And this simultaneously excites & terrifies me. So please excuse my mom shorts & cheesy mom smile here, I'm just enjoying this current season & looking forward to what the next one holds.