I am Me

 

I am Me

 

I was totally blown away when I read this post by Jaime at The Oliver’s Madhouse called I Am Me where she shared how she was so much more than just a mum, which was an idea originally started by Rachel at Three years & Home and now it’s a bit of a new fad spreading through the blogosphere. The idea really struck a chord with me and I immediately decided I wanted to join in and do the same.

Since moving to Canada I find myself constantly justifying my ‘stay at home Mum’ status.  People are naturally curious about where we have come from and why we are here but one of the first questions is ‘what do you do?’ I guess it makes people feel comfortable when they can put labels on you.  I admit I would use the phrase ‘just a mum’ and now I say ‘I’m not working right now’ even though my days are full to bursting of unpaid work and I really don’t think that sounds much better.  I am fed up justifying who I am, what I do and what my choices are.

 

I am a

Wife, mum, daughter, sister, grandaughter, auntie, sister-in-law, loyal friend, worrier, people pleaser, self doubter, volunteer, hardworker, organiser, day dreamer


I am sometimes

Quiet, homesick, lonely, overly sensitive, an over thinker, brave, determined, protective, shy, generous, impulsive, emotional, easily embarrassed


I Like

Taking walks, spending time with my family, colourful nail varnish, pretty shoes and handbags, chilled dry white wine, iced latte, yoga, camping, forests, flowers, sailing, being by the sea, going to the zoo, seafood, making lists, my Pandora bracelet, lay ins, singing loudly in the car, having a back massage, reading a good book

I dislike

Being the centre of attention, spiders, disloyalty, selfish people, being taken advantage of, peas, being away from my family and friends, crazy drivers, ignorant people, disorganisation, leaving things to the last minute, dishonesty, laziness, stress,

 

I am me. I am way more than just a mum.

 


12 thoughts on “I am Me

  1. Homesick and lonely. The curse of the expat life. I know this so well. When you’re transplanted from your home country, it seems like you lose your identity and your history the moment you step on foreign soil. My friends in Switzerland who have only ever seen me as a mum to my two boys, would be shocked if I ever explained to them that I wasn’t always the calm, sensible person they see before them now. If you ever get fed up, just drop me a note x

    • Thanks Rachel, it was great to link up with you, I got so much off my chest writing this post it was like therapy! it’s lovely to connect with a fellow expat who understands what it like :-)

  2. Amen to that! I am struggling to find my identity back… as proud as I am to be a new mom, I’m still… you know, me :-) I don’t want to talk about my kid 24/7, I don’t want to focus on him 24/7 (it wouldn’t be healthy anyway, for both of us!) and I need time alone, time to work, to think, to be kind to myself.

    You are, among other things, a mother. It’s part of your identity but you are also so much more :-) Good pictures of you, BTW!

  3. Great post Lou!Im smirking at your organised bit!I have just admitted in a comment that I’m not mega organised!Will you still be my friend :-)
    #pocolo

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