So I’ve been a stay at home mum for 12 years. In that time we’ve moved house 6 times, had 4 more children, got married, had several bouts of pre and post natal depression (as well as several bouts of plain old bog standard depression), laughed, cried, screamed, ranted, raved and loved.
My husband has changed jobs a lot and had lot’s of new challenges and people in his life and the kids have had new adventures with nursery, schools and friends. Me? I’ve been a mum. I’ve cooked, I’ve cleaned, I’ve wiped bums, cleaned faces, done the laundry and been a wife. I’ve been a peace keeper, a shoulder to cry on and the fixer of all of the hurt feelings, bruised ego’s, grazed knees and bestie break ups.
Granted I’ve found time to do some crafts I love like crochet and jewellery making but somewhere along the way I’ve lost who I am and to be perfectly honest I’m not sure how to find out again. I have likes. I like to read, I like to crochet, I like to colour in, I like to bake and I love to spend time with my family. Do these likes give me as much fulfillment in life as I’d like? I’d love to say I’m completely fulfilled just by being a mum and a wife but I can’t. I’m not sure what the next steps to take are in regards to finding myself but I’m sure I’ll be writing about them here regardless of how unexciting they might be!
I do love every minute of being a mum and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world but I’d just love to find out what else I could be you know? I want to know what my interests are aside from the walking dead and coffee!
How do you find time to ‘be you’, have you had to find yourself again buried under all the layers of being a mum and what that entails? I’d love to hear your stories of self exploration!
See you next time, Em xXx