While I was pregnant, I was in a bit of a quandary trying to reconcile the identity I had established up to that point with the identity I was embracing, then, as a pregnant woman. I felt as though people were fixed on the latter, and it was hard to be seen as anything else but “pregnant”. These days I am facing a similar situation as a mom, and I am in the process of adapting. Being a mom changes so many things. And even though I know I still possess all of the same qualities that I used to, I find it difficult to see myself as anything but a mom.
This scenario might be exacerbated by the fact that I am a new mom in a new location. I am having to meet and make friends here solely under the pretense of being a mom. I’m not Christina the Academic Scholar, or Christina the Socialite. I’m not Christina the Teacher. I am Christina, the Mom.
When I meet people, I talk about mom things rather than me things. I talk about lack of sleep, having to do everything one-handed, and baby milestones. This is in no way a negative issue. But a part of me feels as though the other components, which make me who I am, could be slipping away or being forgotten. As a new mom I am completely immersed in the job, and am loving every second of it. At the same time, though, I wonder if my other titles will ever be resurrected, or if they will only get buried deeper with the addition of more kids.