Well, hello, me!

Last week, I ran into someone I hadn’t seen for a little while: myself. I wasn’t Mommy. I wasn’t Wife. I was Stacey. I was professional Stacey working for a whole day on nothing but writing. Then I was after-hours Stacey getting out of my comfort zone and doing something just for me. And it was nice.

I love being a mother. I don’t mind being known as a mom. I feel honored to be a mom to my two precious children. And I love being a wife. I’ve been at it for 15-1/2 years and I love my husband more now than I did the do we said, “I do,” which I didn’t think was enough possible. We’ve been through all sorts of life together and I love him more for it. He is an awesome dad.

Sometimes, though, I get lost in the fray of life. I especially get lost in motherhood. New babies are so consuming for the first couple of years really. Now that my kids are 5 and 2, I’m starting to get a few chances here and there to meet up with myself again. It’s nice. I’ve missed me, I suppose, in the way that I didn’t know I missed something until it started coming back. Oh! There I am! Well, nice to meet you again. I didn’t realize I was missing you until you showed up and now I’m so glad that you’re here! (What? You don’t have conversations with yourself?) 😉

And the truth is that I don’t need to be me or find me all the time. Most of the time, I am content to be mom. I am content to make food, wipe noses, change diapers, listen to stories, drive to preschool, run errands, pick up toys and all the other many tasks that go along with being a mom to small kiddos. I am happy and blessed and content.

However, it is nice to meet up with myself sometimes and remember that I can do grown-up things. I can be a professional. I can have intelligent conversations. I can conduct interviews, do research and write articles for publications. These are the things I used to spend 30 to 40 hours a week doing back before babies came. I wouldn’t change it right now and go back to that. I am quite thankful and blessed to be able to concentrate most of the time on just being mom. But I like having a chance every so often to go back to professional Stacey instead of Mom Stacey. I like remembering who I was. I am still that person, yet I have also changed and grown. That’s what happens with motherhood. It’s still nice to meet myself again sometimes, though.

Mama, how have you met yourself again recently? What can you do for even an hour to remember the woman you are besides mom and wife?

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