Oh my gosh, I totally don’t identify with that word- MOM. Do you? I don’t know when I ever will. It will probably take years, and lots more kids. I get the feeling that my mother doesn’t identify with the word “grandma” and she might be slightly offended by the word IMO. My best friend Jordan just had her first baby and she was talking about how weird it was to go to the doctor and fill out the paperwork and fill her name in under the “Mother” section. I guess when I think of the word MOM I think of minivans (which I have seriously considered recently joining the Minivan club), high rise pleated jeans, short hair, and just plain un-cool. I guess when I pictured myself becoming a mother, I thought I would be older, and I thought that I would slip into that cliche, ya know? But then I look in the mirror, and I don’t fit that picture of what I always thought a “MOM” was. When I was pregnant with Capri I seriously had anxiety about when Capri went to the first day of school, and I seriously feared that all the other Mom’s would look at my like I was Jamie Lynn Spears- a baby with a baby. Like- how dare I call myself a “Mother”. I kind of feel like all those short haired, high waisted, minivan driving Moms are going to catch me and rat me out for not being a real “Mom”. I feel like most of the time I am out with Capri people look at me like I must be her babysitter, and so I always try to say things like “Come to MOMMY” pretty loudly so they know- I am a mother, yep.
I don’t identify with the words “Mom” or “Mother” but I am starting to identify with “Mama” because my own daughter says that sweet word to me, and I am her Mama, and I get that, and when its me and her, I feel like a Mama, and ya know what? I feel like a good one. I might not fit this idea I had of what a Mom is supposed to look like, but that’s okay. I prefer it that way, I love that as I discover what it is to be a woman, and a wife, I’m also discovering the role of Mama, or as of the last week- “Momm-eeee”. I like that one the best.
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May 10, 2009 at 8:53 pm
Hi, great post! I’m Momma to my two boys. I love being a young mom… was just saying that today to a fellow young, gorgeous mom friend-o-mine. Don’t pay any attention to the looks from the “high waisted, minivan driving Moms…”. Super analogy!!
May 10, 2009 at 9:51 pm
I totally know what you mean. When I was pregnant I just knew that some people looked at me like “Oh my gosh, teenage pregnancy!” Ha ha!
May 11, 2009 at 11:56 am
oh carrington…DON’T join the minivan club!!! you can do it! =)
i hear you on this…i don’t feel like what i used to think a “mom” was. and although i don’t think i get the babysitter thoughts like i did w/ our 1st, i constantly get the “you don’t look old enough to have FOUR!!”
i love that we’re young enough to have style AND enjoy our little ones to the fullest. hope you had a great day!
May 16, 2009 at 1:33 pm
You’re a great mom, and I think we can all change the “mom bangs and mom jeans” perspective into what we all see in the mirror each day!
May 20, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Talk about being able to relate–I prefer mama as well!(ask my daughters what to call me!) I can’t seem to stomach mom yet, and probably never will accept mother. I DO have a hard time picturing myself as a mom, even though I am to 3 lovely ladies…I’m still accepting the “idea” of it, like you!