But does my career define me? No. Being a mother does. Is my job who I am? No. My kids are. I would still be who I am if I lost my job. I would cease to be without my kids.
When I was a kid, I never wanted to be a wife or a mother. I was so independent that I thought that marriage and kids would steal my identity. And, in a way, they did. I am no longer who I was. I am stronger, more resilient and am more selfless. I am a better version of me than I ever dreamed of.
I may have lost my spontaneity (nap time waits for no man). I may not do impulsive and dangerous things for fun anymore (unless you count unprotected sex that ends with me getting pregnant). I may not grab life by the balls as much as I used to (unless it messes with my kids, then step the fuck off or I will cut you, Life). But, deep down, I am still the same loud and obnoxious little girl who doesn't mince words or give a crap what the world thinks about her. I am still the me I wanted to be, I am just also the mother I never thought I could be.
So what do I want to be when I grow up now? A good mother. One that my children will look back at and be proud of. One that they will see for who she is, not who she isn't. I want to grow up to be me. Only thinner, of course. Damn you baby weight!
Jobs come and go. Family is forever.
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Wait a minute, you're not the one who writes those Sarah McLachlan dog commercials, are you?!
ReplyDeleteThe ones that make every pregnant woman on the planet ball her eyes out? No. I wish!
Deleteoh. right. the baby weight thing. that probably should have been more prominent in my dream job. alas, I like eating what I want and I hate exercising. I chase the kids around enough as it is, we'll see what happens when I can't chase grandkids around. :-)
ReplyDeleteBaby weight: every mommy's nemesis. Dream job or not!
DeleteI loved this!
ReplyDeleteFunny how, once you become a mom, nothing else matters anymore. It is truly rewarding.
As for the baby weight... What can you do, right? Now pass me the cookies...
And wine!
DeleteWhy do I feel so out of place commenting on these posts? Oh that's right, I'm a Dude! I envy anyone who already has their dream job!
ReplyDeleteNot sure a penis will really hinder you. Ha.
DeleteVery well said, and I feel the same way, deep down. And on most days, I think I kick ass at being a mama. That said, I suck at being a housewife. Plus, I still believe it would be crazy fun to be a forensic investigating, DMB following, dancing and acting heiress to a fortune. Is it too late for that?
ReplyDeleteNever too late!
DeleteYou're a friend in my head :) love this post
ReplyDeleteIf you bring wine, we can be IRL friends.
DeleteHOLY CRAP you mean other women never wanted to get hitched or bear children from their loins?? I always thought that it was just me, considering the horrible looks I used to get when I said that.
ReplyDeleteNow, being a wife and mother does define me. A lot. And I am okay with it, I wouldn't have it any other way.
So how many times have you had to hear, "I thought you said you didn't want any kids." Um...yes. I did. I changed my mind. And fuck you.
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