Becoming a mother: my story

For me, becoming a mother was like being hit by a bus. I knew there was a baby coming and that babies were full-on and hard work but I was not expecting the complete shift in my identity that I actually experienced. I didn’t see it coming.

becoming a motherI was in my thirties by the time I had my first baby and I had lived a wide and adventurous life. The baby was conceived while I was living in Mongolia, a place where life and death come and go daily in a nomadic life too focused on the basics of food, fuel and water to get introspective about identity. I waddled back to the UK at 34 weeks feeling like a cow about to calve, more concerned about how I would fit all the baby kit into my suitcase to take back to Ulanbaatar than about how becoming a mother might change me.

And then the bus hit me. It turns out, babies aren’t just a practical undertaking after all.

For the first two months I sleepwalked in a post-traumatic haze: I was a mother who hadn’t yet become a mother and I was utterly conflicted. I couldn’t let go of the pre-birth me (the person I had invested 30 years into becoming) but I couldn’t see how to be that me in the face of the sheer scale of demands and love that had arrived with my new baby.

The first time my husband and I went out alone together after the birth (a rushed birthday meal when the baby was 12 weeks old), I remember sitting in the restaurant looking around at all the other diners baffled by how people all around me all my life had been undergoing this seismic identity shift without me realising. Why did no-one talk about it? This couldn’t be right. On an almost atomic level, I felt like a different person. And I wasn’t ready for that.

The baby manuals were no help at all. They didn’t give me a clue about how to cope with the avalanche of emotions (good and bad) that were knocking me off my feet.

I thought maybe it was just me. I must be abnormal. I just didn’t know how to be this new mum person. Reading all those baby manuals had made me feel that there was a right (and a wrong) way to do everything connected with motherhood and I felt very alone. Other new mums would talk about practical stuff – breastfeeding, sleeping, exhaustion – but nobody else ever said “I have absolutely no idea who I am any more and that scares me witless because who I am is important to me, it’s what keeps me going.” And I was screaming that inside.

Maybe they were all having their own existential crises on the quiet, or maybe not. But somehow, over time, I stopped fighting. Stopped trying to reconcile old with new and just accepted the new. Embraced being a mother (I guess there was no other choice!).

Becoming a mother was the making of me.

Which isn’t to say I wasn’t a nice or worthwhile person before I became a mother, just different. Becoming a mother has stretched me, and not just physically. My capacity for tolerance, kindness, self-sacrifice, patience and circular conversations have all expanded. I now find value in the everyday that previously I sought only through travel and adventure. I experience real excitement in the adventure of watching my children unfold and develop. And I have learned to know fear. Becoming a mother, I have discovered that love is huge, scary and uncontainable.

And I have learnt to live with that.

This post originally appeared on www.motherhoodtherealdeal.com as part of the #beingamother project.

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©Anita Cleare 2015

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14 thoughts on “Becoming a mother: my story

  1. Helen

    Oh your honesty is refreshing. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this post and had similar feelings too. I agree that becoming a mother does define you – even though it can take a while to realise that. Once I had come to terms with it I remember feeling so powerful and complete – its the best feeling!

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  2. Catie: An Imperfect Mum

    I now find value in the everyday that previously I sought only through travel and adventure. I experience real excitement in the adventure of watching my children unfold and develop.”Perfect phrase that totally sums up motherhood to me, those ordinary moments that make life special. I really enjoyed this and loved the drawing too. #twinklytuesday

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  3. Laura

    What a brilliant post! You’re right, no one ever really talks about the huge emotion and identity shift you experience after having a baby. I struggled with this so much more than the practical stuff. I actually wrote a post myself a few weeks ago about identity after motherhood as I think it’s so important.

    Thanks for sharing x #twinklytuesday

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    1. AnitaCleare Post author

      It’s hard to understand why it isn’t discussed more – maybe there is nothing that can really prepare you for having a child (it is so far out of our pre-birth terms of reference!) but I do think that I would have felt more ‘normal’ if it was something that people talked about more!

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  4. Sarah MumofThree World

    Although becoming a mother was a shock to me, I never went through this. This seems to be common among women having babies in their mid-30s and older.
    I was 27 and had led a daily unadventurous life. I’d never got to a point of having enough money to travel or do anything exciting. I was still learning about life and learning to look after myself and my new husband, so the baby was just one more thing to look after and get used to! I can’t say it’s been an easy ride all the way though!

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    1. AnitaCleare Post author

      I don’t think any body ever has a completely easy ride, do they?! It’s just that the challenges can be a little different for each and every one of us….

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  5. nicola young

    I can understand this. You don’t realise what it all means until you become a parent for yourself and then, a part of you feels like you shouldn’t be going on about how hard it is because people have been doing this forever. But it is hard and it is a shock and I think it’s great that people like yourself are open and honest about it. Thanks for sharing.

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  6. Claire @ Clarina's Contemplations

    I think there so much silence around the arrival of your first born… And then I also realise that actually, people did warn me about the seismic shift that was about to take place, and I just didn’t hear them, or believe them, or quite get my head around what they were saying! And suddenly I was in it. I think my struggle at the start was more about looking forwards, with this baby in my arms, and just seeing a monotonous stretch of feed/sleep/feed/sleep etc stretching out before me… It terrified me! Thank you so much for sharing this post! #loudnproud

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    1. AnitaCleare Post author

      You are so right, Claire. Even it someone tries to tell you, it’s impossible to understand until it actually happens. And I’d forgotten about the fear that those incessant overwhelming demands would go on forever, spot on!

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