As I gazed at my reflection in the bathroom mirror during my seventh week of pregnancy with my first child, I half-expected to see a hint of a baby bump beneath my sweater. Every indicator of pregnancy was evident — I had eliminated caffeine from my diet, felt utterly exhausted by 7 PM each night, and often dozed off while my partner watched our favorite shows.
Even then, I sensed the weighty responsibility of nurturing the little one growing inside me. I indulged my cravings, prioritized rest, avoided deli meats and cheeses, and devoured every pregnancy guide I could find. But this was just the beginning of my transformation into motherhood.
I recognized my maternal instincts through my fierce desire to protect this child, but I could not have anticipated the depth of those emotions. I was told that motherhood would change me fundamentally, but until you embark on that journey, you cannot fully grasp what it means to be a mom.
I recall the day I snapped at a little girl for tossing a ball at my eight-month-pregnant belly. I froze for a moment, surprised by my own fierce protectiveness. And then there was the moment my midwife instructed me to push through the pain, which felt excruciatingly real, yet the instant I laid eyes on my newborn, the agony vanished, replaced by an overwhelming need to hold him close. At that moment, I knew my life would never revert to what it once was.
Over the nearly fifteen years since then, the essence of motherhood has unraveled itself layer by layer. Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more like a mom, another layer of experience revealed itself, making me marvel at how I ever existed without it. Motherhood embedded itself deeper within me, often making it hard to see myself as anything other than a mom.
I knew I was a mother the first time my son managed to spray himself in the face during a diaper change, prompting a frantic call to the pediatrician. I felt like a mom the first time one of my kids fell ill and I spent the night by their crib, sacrificing my own comfort simply to ensure their well-being. The only thing that mattered was getting my child back to health.
I knew I was a mother when my nightly routine revolved around ensuring my kids were tucked into bed on time, because a cranky child is a recipe for disaster. I felt the weight of motherhood when I experienced anxiety at the thought of grocery shopping alone for the first time since becoming a parent, as if an hour away from my children would be unbearable.
I realized the extent of my transformation when once-important concerns — like my jeans size or my hairstyle — became trivial. The night I drove off in my car to escape the overwhelming responsibility of raising three children, I fully grasped how deep motherhood ran within me.
I felt like a mother when I was more excited to bring birthday cupcakes to my son’s school than he was to receive them. I knew I was a mother when I confronted a boy who had been mean to my child, even though I could see my son’s embarrassment.
When I first comprehended that my children would eventually grow up and leave home, a wave of nausea washed over me. I felt like a mother the first time I scolded my kids and realized I sounded just like my own mom, leaving me unsettled for the rest of the day. I cried just as hard on their first day of high school as I did on their first day of kindergarten.
Even now that they are older, I still crave time away from my children, just as I did when they were younger. The difference is that now I understand that taking a break is vital for my well-being, and I no longer carry the guilt associated with it.
Motherhood introduces a pervasive guilt, akin to an unwelcome guest who refuses to leave, but it’s essential to escape occasionally and reconnect with the person you once were, allowing you to return as the best version of yourself for your children.
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Summary
The author reflects on her journey into motherhood, detailing the profound changes she experienced from pregnancy through raising her children. Each moment solidified her identity as a mother, revealing layers of emotion and responsibility. The narrative emphasizes the importance of self-care amid motherhood’s challenges.