The other day my friend asked me a question that stumped me. We were having a rather deep conversation and I mentioned how it’s becoming more difficult to write authentically about my kids because I don’t want to embarrass them or share private information about them. She asked me:
Beyond your kids, what are your stories about?
I thought about it for a minute and I came up with nothing. I had no answer.
What are my stories about? What do I have to say? What do I want to communicate? What do I want to share?
I started asking myself questions about… well, me. What do I know about myself?
I came up with a few answers… but nothing ground-breaking. Nothing exciting.
I know I’m a social woman who thrives on and recharges with friend time.
But the pandemic has put a real damper on my social calendar.
I’m a runner.
But I haven’t been running lately.
I’m a radio morning show producer and host.
But I just started back at work (after my parental leave) and I’m still fumbling my way through every morning.
I love going to the gym.
But I haven’t gone to the gym since the pandemic hit.
I’m a mom of three.
But what else am I?
I feel like I’m struggling with a question that mothers are continuously asking themselves.
Beyond my kids, what are my stories about?
So now I’m sitting here, writing about my struggle to determine what stories I want to write about.
The irony is not lost on me.
… to be continued…
The joys of being a mother 🙂 I think it is so important that you share this. I believe many of us, after reading this, have realized that we are just like you. We dive deep into motherhood and often forget about ourselves. I for one am trying to get reacquainted with who I am. I am definitely not just a mom, but where did that free spirited fun person go? I have yet to find her again 😊
Once covid is over, let’s go looking for her together!!!! #momsnightout