I was a teacher. I did the college thing, got the job, taught for a few years, got pregnant, stopped teaching. From age 7- college I wanted to teach. It was almost disgusting how much I talked about lesson plans, classroom setup, books, pencils, markers…the whole shebang. All I thought about was teaching. Sure the idea of being a mom was fun ,but not nearly as all consuming as being a teacher.
Boy, was I in for a rude awakening when I became a stay at home mom.
Don’t get me wrong, being a stay at home mom has beautiful moments. Crafts, playgrounds, play dates, grocery runs, dance parties, cooking classes, epically failing at Mario Kart. But, I would be lying if I didn’t include the tantrums, the crying by the boys and myself, and the constant “ Mommy , Mama!”
This is not a bash on being a stay at home mom. Rather it’s an open book, honest telling of my successes, failures and redefining me.
It only took me 3 years to find a makeup that made me feel pretty again and bow headbands to make me feel sassy again. Maybe, just maybe the ‘bo’ in boy mom, or rather the bow in boy mom is really who I am. God knows I need some remolding. Without the structure a classroom once provided, I kind of feel like a hot mess.
I lost my identity when I became a mom. Or did I? You are along for the ride of finding that answer with me !
