Why Moms Feel like Their Identity Has Been Stolen

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Hey there, friend! So, here’s the deal: I’ve lost my identity, and I know exactly who the culprits are. Those little rascals I call my kids have taken over my life, and now I’m known as “MOM!” “MAMA!” “MOMMY!” and even the occasional “Mother” accompanied by an eye roll. This isn’t the “me” I used to know. I was once a fierce, independent woman who didn’t think twice about crib bumpers or car seat safety. I could go to bed whenever I wanted and actually sleep through the night. I rearranged the living room when boredom struck, spent time with friends, devoured books, and watched my favorite movies on repeat. My choices were mine alone.

Now, I’m a mom who worries about screen time and gets emotional over loose teeth. Bedtime feels like a wrestling match with three little fighters who think sleep is a form of torture. I barely have the energy to tidy up, let alone rearrange furniture. Free time? What’s that? Every decision I make is weighed against how it will impact my little crew.

These adorable little troublemakers have completely taken over my identity. And here’s the wild part: I don’t really want it back. Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. There are fleeting moments when I find myself reminiscing about life before motherhood, especially when I’m exhausted and knee-deep in kid chaos. But in reality, I wouldn’t trade my current life for anything.

What I do miss, though, is my privacy. Seriously, once my first little angel arrived, my body felt like a public space. Even with three umbilical cords cut, it’s like there’s an invisible cord linking me to my kids. If I wake up early to steal some quiet time, guess who else wakes up? And if I try to sneak away for a phone call, they’re right on my heels. Meditating? Ha! Peeing in peace? Double ha! Showering alone? Those were the days I long for! My kids have seen me in all my glory, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s a future therapist out there who will blame me for their Freudian crisis.

People sometimes ask if I worry about privacy as a writer online, and I do—but it doesn’t compare to the invasion of privacy I experience as a mom at home. And let’s be honest, there’s no one to turn to for advice on this. “Sorry, ma’am. That’s just part of being a mom.”

But hey, these little ones are so ridiculously cute, it makes it all worth it!

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In summary, motherhood can feel like losing your identity to your kids, but it comes with its own joys and challenges. While I may miss my privacy, I wouldn’t trade my little ones for anything, even if they do keep me on my toes!