Why Moms Feel Like Their Identities Have Been Stolen

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You know, I’ve come to the conclusion that someone has taken over my identity. And the twist? I know exactly who the culprits are. This rowdy little trio has replaced my name with a collection of affectionate titles. I’m no longer just “Lisa.” I’m “MOM!” “MAMA!” “MOMMY!” and, if they’re feeling particularly cheeky, “Mother.” It’s like I’ve been kicked to the curb, and in my place stands a version of me I barely recognize.

I used to be a confident, fiercely independent woman who never gave a second thought to toy safety and snack time. I could go to bed whenever I wanted and get a solid night’s sleep. I’d rearrange the living room on a whim or spend my evenings indulging in my favorite shows and books. My choices were all about me.

Now, I’m a mom who worries about screen time and gets emotional over lost teeth. Bedtime is an epic battle, as if I’m negotiating a peace treaty with three tiny tyrants. I can’t even remember the last time I had the energy to tidy up, let alone decide where things should go. Free time? What’s that? Sure, I still make decisions, but they’re all tied to the needs of these little beings who rely on me.

They’ve hijacked my identity, those sweet little rascals.

And you know what? I don’t want it back. Well, that’s not entirely true. There are moments—usually when I’m exhausted or knee-deep in kid chaos—when I reminisce about my life before motherhood. But those thoughts are fleeting. I wouldn’t trade my mom life for anything, honestly.

What I do wish for, however, is a bit of privacy. As a mom, my personal space is invaded daily. From the moment my first little one was born, my body became a shared resource. Even though I cut the umbilical cords (and trust me, I remember), it feels like there’s an invisible string tethering them to me, no matter where I go in the house.

If I rise early for a moment of solitude, guess who’s up with me? If I step out for a quick phone call, they’re right behind me. Meditation? HA! Enjoying a peaceful bathroom break? Dream on! I can only fondly recall the days of showering alone. My kids have seen me in all my glory so many times that they might need a therapist someday—thanks to me!

People often ask if I have concerns about privacy as a writer online. Sure, I do, but nothing compares to the lack of privacy I experience at home. And there’s no one to talk to about it—“Sorry, ma’am. That’s just part of being a mom.”

Good thing these little monsters are so adorable.

If you’re looking for more insights into the journey of motherhood, check out this resource on pregnancy and home insemination at NICHD. And if you’re considering options for starting your own family, you might want to explore the home insemination kits available. Also, take a look at this post for more tips on navigating motherhood and identity theft at Intracervical Insemination.

In summary, motherhood transforms your identity in ways you never anticipate. While it may feel like a loss of self, the experience comes with its own unique joys and challenges worth embracing.