If you would just show up and ask me, I would have taken this collar off and I would have gone with you. I would go with you anywhere in the world. I was never going to do that, John.
Doesn’t that sound dramatic? Post partum identity crisis.
That’s how I felt for the first six months of being a new mom. The contents of my life were throw into a can, shaken up and unceremoniously dumped onto the sidewalk. I did not feel like me.
Things are great now and hindsight is 20/20, so I feel like I’m able to look back through a clear lens and process everything that happened. I’m on the other side now, the bright side, and I’ve never been happier or more fulfilled or joyous in my life. But at the beginning, my world was turned upside down.
It wasn’t about my baby either. He’s healthy and happy and I really enjoy the time I spend with him. I love this kiddo! But when he was first born and the duties were thankless, it was really freaking hard. And when I say hard, I don’t mean hard like before you have a kid. I’ve been told things were going to be hard my whole life. This was not the same. Raising a newborn kicked me flat on my ass and temporarily losing my sense of self was one of the worst parts.
I don’t gif often. There are so many people on here that gif better than me, and they usually have already giffed the moments I’m looking for. But I was moved to gif this moment.
I felt this in my soul!!!
When you are a mom and you love your child so much that any moment you see them in pain, you want to do everything you can to take that pain away. Especially if it’s pain you’ve gone through, and pain you know all too well. Mom of the year right there!
