When being a mum means not being Rachael anymore…
So, im a mummy and every mummy will be nodding her head now (well, hopefully anyway) and that means never having any, yes any ‘you’ time. I would settle for a wee in peace, or even alone (Jazzy likes to come in and sit watching me, always handy). But i love being a mum and never realised suddenly i would loose my identity. I feel like my hubby has remained the same (maybe as he was a dad already?) but i am totally ’mum.’
I have a fab bunch of friends, those that i really and truly trust, and always make time for me as ‘Rachael’ when Jasper is with us (im never without him) but i wonder what i would have been doing the last 2 years if Jazzy hadnt come along? I still like to sing, dance and music in general, and i love being out in the sunshine and the wild world; i love travelling and meeting new people and working all the hours god sends…but now, i work, clean, cook, provide, kiss, cuddle and look after! Some times i dont recognise the ‘mum’ in the mirror anymore?
Sorry for the drissly note, just wondered how mums retain a little bit of them? How do mums still have a secret slice of them inside? xxx