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How Motherhood Has Changed Me – Part I

§ December 1st, 2009 § Filed under Articles, Reflections & Confessions § Tagged , , , , § 17 Comments

I swore that when I became a mom I would not, absolutely not, become one of those moms who could only talk about her kids; one of those moms who had the almost supernatural ability to steer any conversation whether it be about classic literature, politics, or lingerie, back to her offspring.

Well, guess what.  I am there.

In fact, I am so there that I have started this blog to help me accomplish just that.

It is not that I don’t love literature and politics.  I mean, I do. (I do admit, though, that it is my husband who likes the lingerie, not me). I used to be an avid NPR listener.  I used to read Shakespeare for fun, for goodness sakes.  But when faced with the chance to bring up something funny my four year old son said, or to lament with another mom about the perils of 13 year old girls, I cannot resist.  It is like a reflex. At first, I tried my own intervention.  But all I could come up with was a subscription to Entertainment Weekly and so now I can talk about my kids and the entertainment industry, not exactly the Ivy-league solution I was hoping for.

So, there is no doubt that motherhood has changed me.  I feel that in many ways I am the sequel to myself.  The first part of the story was the flashy, sexy version that knew something about wine, music, and art.  Someone who wore heels and drank fancy beers and drove a sports car.  But, part II (as most sequels tend to be) is a bit “off” from the original.  Not bad, not bad at all, just so wildly not what you expected that it causes you to tilt your head and wonder is this comfortable-clothes-wearing, covered-in-sweet potatoes, messy-ponytail, PTA mom the same person as before? 

Well. I am the same person but different, too.  I can still talk about Barrack Obama, Dante’s Inferno, and the pros and cons to wearing thong underwear.  But, I can also steer each and every one of those conversations back to the 5 most incredible, wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring people I know…my kids.

 

The Kiddos: Age 13, 12, 9, 4 and a baby!

The Kiddos: Age 13, 12, 9, 4 (the only boy) and a baby!

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