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you are not defined by your child

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Dear fellow mother,

You are not defined by your children. Not the number of them. Not the age gap between them. Not their clothing choices. Not the state of their hygiene. Not the contents of their bowl in the morning. Not by how messy their hair is and how they rip out their pony tail holders all the time.

You are not defined by your child’s naughty almost humorous meltdown in front of your entire group of older adult guests at a fundraiser. You are not defined by your baby’s eczema on his face that looked as if you’ve never lotioned him up before. You are not defined by your daughter’s low-weight gain, or petite status that looks as if you’re not feeding her enough.

You are not defined by your son’s early speech, his quick ability with words, his apparent cleverness that also translates to terrible difficulty with not getting his way (long way to say tantrums). Nor are you defined by your baby’s big size and early movement, Mr. Plank, Mr. Pushup at 4 months, Mr. Scoot Around the Room on his Tummy.

You are not defined by your once fashionable eye glasses that are bent and greased out of proportion. You are not defined by your “ironing pile” as in “grab it and quickly iron it before you need it pile” that is shuttered behind a closet door. You are not defined by your garden that never produced herbs this year, or its poorly produced tomatoes.

You are not defined by the number of pieces of Halloween candy that you have eaten out of the deep freezer next to the laundry machines. Nor are you defined by the failed laundry attempts while busy eating said candy in a furtive fashion that resulted in RED CRAYON dye all over your load of whites.

You are not defined by the frayed and frazzled state of your hair at the beginning and end of day. You are not defined by how few times you’ve worn high heels (or fashionable shoes) in the last five years, or listened to a new band aside from great kids music. You are not defined by your pre-baby wardrobe that really needs to be donated and freshened up but sits in sad little heaps in your closet instead.

You are still you. I am still me, the pre-baby me. I’m just a fuller (literally and figuratively) version of that me. I cannot be me without them. My body is physically altered by them (even down to their DNA still residing inside me after giving birth). My brain is constantly on a treadmill of thoughts about them

who has to pee

when did i last nurse

do they need a snack or should i leave them alone

how wet is that spot on the bed and do i have to wash these sheets

how long can they screamfight before I need to intervene

I grow into this mothering role better and better with each year, each baby. I resent the intrusion into “my” desires and “my” life less and less. I find time and schedule it, dammmmit, for me and what I need to feel human, that me pre-baby, that me underneath. But I do not and cannot let my needs and wants direct my life anymore. My soaring spirit, my adventuresome self, all turn toward mothering. What beauties can I share with them? What adventures can they experience? What can I provide for them?

So we are all in this muddling mud pit of mothering together, we young mothers. I am trying to not define myself by my children, hang my easily bruised ego on their sleeves. And I won’t define you by yours either, instead, simply respect that you’re a person aside from your kiddos, when they’re great and when they’re atrocious.

Perhaps this is my letter to me. And a promise to you, too.




  1. Lauren on September 30, 2014 at 6:52 pm

    Nell, this was beautiful. And so needed. I can’t put into words any more than you’ve already said. Thank you.

    • Natural Mama Nell on September 30, 2014 at 9:42 pm

      *Hugs* Thank you!

  2. Katrina on September 30, 2014 at 7:32 pm

    Oh you’re great.

    Pound it.

    • Natural Mama Nell on September 30, 2014 at 9:59 pm

      X to the O.

  3. sarah marie on September 30, 2014 at 8:09 pm

    So great. And I totally asked myself that question about the wet spot on the sheets earlier this evening. Made even more exciting by the fact that it must have occurred while the babysitter was on duty and I was working, so I have no idea which end it came out of. 😉

    • Natural Mama Nell on September 30, 2014 at 9:58 pm

      Pee puddles. When they dry, did they ever exist???

  4. Nancy on September 30, 2014 at 9:04 pm

    oh yes! some days this is so hard to remember. I needed this. Thank you!

    • Natural Mama Nell on September 30, 2014 at 9:58 pm

      It’s so hard to see through our greasy glasses to know this to be true!

  5. Rachel @ Efficient Momma on September 30, 2014 at 9:47 pm

    I need to work on convincing myself of this. So often I feel like I am defined by what my kid can and can’t do. But that’s just him as a person not necessarily what I did or didn’t do.

    • Natural Mama Nell on September 30, 2014 at 9:58 pm

      It’s so true! They are different people than we are. Truly, differentiated after the umbilical cord is cut. I know it takes them a while to physiologically differentiate and psychologically know they’re out of the womb (those first three months are called the 4th trimester for a reason), but they’re not a mirror of our failings and triumphs. They are themselves.

  6. Micaela @ California to Korea on October 1, 2014 at 2:15 am

    Oh, yes. This. I am the same person, only less selfish now. God knows I need a LOT of work, so he’s given me a lot of high-needs kids. I suppose if I ever learn my lesson, He’ll give me an easy baby!

    Thanks for the reminder. 🙂

    • Natural Mama Nell on October 1, 2014 at 7:58 am

      Whew–God is a toughie!! I’m pulling for you, too!!

  7. Danielle on October 1, 2014 at 8:17 am

    I’m glad to know I’m not alone. Seriously, the same treadmill of thoughts about the wet spot on the sheets, scream fighting before I intervene, the last time I nursed, etc run through my head as well. Thanks for telling me I am not defined by those things because sometimes I feel like I am or made to feel that I am defined by these things (especially when it comes to the number of children we have and how their spaced). We have three children ages 3 and under, and I get so many comments and questions that, quite frankly, are nobody’s business. I feel reaffirmed by your post. Thanks again!

  8. Celeste on October 1, 2014 at 8:45 am

    Love this so much.
    I wrote a little about this, but not quite so eloquently, here
    Yours was a good reminder for me that I can still be me. It just may be in unexpected ways.

  9. Cassie @Kent Heartstrings on October 1, 2014 at 1:43 pm

    This is great Nell! I very good and needed reminder! Thanks for sharing!

    • Natural Mama Nell on October 1, 2014 at 6:06 pm

      Thanks, dear heart!

  10. Kelly Meagher on October 3, 2014 at 11:20 pm

    Loved this one, Nell! To true and so easy to forget…

  11. Hafsa on October 8, 2014 at 11:03 pm

    This was so great and just what I needed to hear. I shared it with all my friends in the trenches 🙂

    • Natural Mama Nell on October 8, 2014 at 11:22 pm

      You are so kind, Hafsa! We have to all support each other and stick together because it’s brutal out here! Thank you so much for coming over 🙂

  12. Patty on October 13, 2014 at 7:24 pm

    Nell-this is so beautiful! First time commenting in your space, and I find this encouraging. My husband and I do not have any children but I am bookmarking this because something tells me this will be a loving reminder when we do have kidlets running around:)

    • Natural Mama Nell on October 13, 2014 at 9:55 pm

      You’re so kind, Patty! Welcome & thank you for being here! XO

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