I have been thinking about this post for a few days now.
Life before kids, and life after kids.
No one would dispute that having children irrevocably changes your life.
I was thinking the other day that sometimes I barely recognise this frazzled specimen! Hair is (mostly) unwashed, necklines stretched from yanking to gain boob access, flat tummy & waist a distant memory.
So that's the outside, but what's going on underneath?
What has happened to the passionate artist? What has happened to the global traveller?
The creative side of me seems squashed under a mound of playdoh and baby wipes.
Is it a time issue? I have maybe 2 hours of 'free time' a day when Finn is sleeping and Max is at nursery. But this time is mostly taken up with cooking, cleaning and generally keeping my family running smoothly. So maybe time is not on my side.
Is it a priorities issue? Possibly. I feel like right now I have to put the kids and Richard first. My babies need a lot of care and attention and Richard is working hard to provide a great future for us. My role is to support and nurture.
Do I not care as much about those things that seemed so important before the kidlets came along?
Career, clothes, interiors........... Maybe. I still have an interest in these things, but not like before.
I am excited to think I may have some kind of career in the future, but it seems a long way off just now.
I still like clothes, but I don't have time to keep up with 'fashion'. I am a bit of a disaster in the fashion stakes at the mo, but I admire others who are workin' it!
Interiors, yup still LOVE interiors. My life is mostly set in the interior of our home so I guess my creative outlet is what I call zhooshing. I do a lot of zhooshing!
So what is the outcome of all this rambling?
I guess I want to ask the question - do you feel like the same person since becoming a Mum?
Are you still working/creating/exploring?
Do you have ambitions and dreams which are being put on hold while you raise your family?
I would love to hear your thoughts on this.