I became a mother 30 years ago and began to assume the identity expected of me.
I have been a young mother, a divorced mother, a single mother, a remarried mother, a working mother and a mother of eight.
I had lots of labels.
But I only wanted to be a ‘good mother’.
Every minute was spent fulfilling the mother role. The invisible roles. Doing things that ‘just happen’. The things that are only noticed when they don’t happen or are judged ‘below standard’.
As my children grow older and begin to live their own lives, my assumed identity begins to erode. Like a lizard shedding its skin, the roles began to peel away.
What will be left behind?