Do you ever wonder who is staring back at you when you look in the mirror?
You don’t have to like what you see, in fact, very few women do. But we do need to recognise and accept our reflection…
I see an exhausted mother of two, hair shoved into a ponytail and eye-bags that provide the proof that I carry too much on my shoulders. I see stained pj’s and anxiety etched across my face, I don’t see me as I’d like to see me, I see Chloe 2.0, the draft version…
When I became a mother, I knew my world had changed completely, forever. I knew late nights and sleeping until midday were a thing of the past. I knew I’d swapped nice restaurants and frivolous spending for prioritizing milk and nappies. But I didn’t know that who I am as a person, my identity, would be become so lost among-st it all.
It’s not all bad, through becoming a mother I’ve reevaluated what I want from life. What I want to be, who I want to be. It’s all on the inside, it’s just the outside that needs reminding.
In order to recognise ourselves, we need to accept ourselves. Accept the us of the present, not of the past. We’ve not been re-defined, we’ve evolved. We are not a shadow of our former selves, nothing can stop us from being who we once were.
I’m not quite at the point of acceptance yet, but I’m trying. I’m not the happy-go-lucky teenager I once was, I’m a mother now, a woman, a student, the chef, the referee… and that’s okay.
Whatever you see, whatever you feel… embrace it, for that is who your children adore.
When it comes down to it, isn’t that what matters?