I have a confession. There are times when I have forgotten that I'm a mom. Sometimes, yes, sometimes I forget that there is in fact a little person who affectionately refers to me as "Mama."
Momlogic's Jenny: Did you ever go swimming when you were pregnant? Can you remember how the water took away all the pressure in your belly and for a few seconds you felt light and, well, like you weren't pregnant? Well, I get moments of mommy "weightlessness" every now and again, too.
Now before you go judging me and wondering how you can forget such a thing, let me be clear: I love my son more than anything in the world. But if I can't have fleeting moments of freedom and weightlessness, how will I be able to stand up to the day-to-day grind of mommyhood and all the pressures that come along with it? Like anything else, don't we as moms need moments to refresh, regroup, and recharge so that we can be better moms and put our children first? I certainly do. And I'm sure you do, too.
The other night, my husband and I were out with friends drinking margaritas and having a great time. For a few hours, we were both immersed in conversations that had nothing to do with bottles, temper tantrums or poopy diapers. Our "joy," at that moment, had nothing to do with being parents and our "together time" had nothing to do with being a family. In fact, it wasn't until we got home, said good-night to the babysitter and quickly peeked into our sleeping baby's room (before joining our friends in the living room for more cocktails) that I felt like a mommy again.
But these "forgetful" moments don't just happen when I'm drinking. Sometimes when I'm by myself or without my little one, I have these fleeting feelings. Whether it's at the dry cleaner's, during meetings at work, at the nail salon, or at the gym, I feel like me. Like old me. Like the me who doesn't spend time navigating and coordinating days based on naps and bedtime. Like the me who doesn't have mashed peas and macaroni mushed into her favorite sweater. Like the me who can come and go as she pleases and doesn't have to worry that every move she makes will scar, affect, and somehow screw up the life of the single most important person to her....
SO, do I feel guilty that sometimes the thought of another human depending on me for the rest of my life sometimes escapes me? Um, no. Do you???? And if you say that not a single moment has gone by since the moment your child was born that you didn't forget at some point that you were a parent, then you're lying ... Or, maybe you've just forgotten.