Who am I? And for that matter, who are you?
As I’ve mentioned before, I just don’t quite feel like a mom yet. It’s been more than 18 months since I knew that there was something more than just the possibility of motherhood, and over 10 months since I became, undeniably, a mother. But I don’t quite feel like a mother. Or even a mom. Those words just don’t quite fit me yet. It’s not that I don’t love Zoe. Not even close. I don’t even have trouble with the idea that I have a daughter – and a terribly sweet and cute one at that – it’s just that I every once in a while get hit with the realization that I’m a parent. How truly odd!
Part of what’s odd about it is that I don’t have the same problem with other labels for myself. I spent as much time working to become a librarian as I did trying to get pregnant, but I have not had any trouble adjusting to the label “librarian.” You know how sometimes you try on a shirt and it just fits right, and looks right, and you just want to wear it all the time? And then other times you try something on, and even if it fits, and even if other people tell you it looks great, you’re just not comfortable in it? It’s like that, but with words. I do remember feeling a little strange with the term “wife” when Chris and I first got married, but I did get over that, so I’m assuming the mom label will eventually fit me.
So on to you, oh readers-of-this-blog. Who are you? Any labels that fit you oh so perfectly? Any that you aren’t quite comfortable with yet? Or any that didn’t fit at first that you’re starting to feel more comfortable with? (Yes, this is a none-too-subtle ploy to get people to comment because I’m curious to know who is reading this.)