The Other Mother

I envy the moms out there who love been a mother. I envy the moms who are comfortable with their new identity as a ‘mother’.

You relish in the joy of caring and nurturing your child. You feel your biggest accomplishment is this little baby that calls you mom. And it is.

You can’t wait to have more kids. You are consumed by been a mother. You are selfless.

You don’t understand me. The mother that struggles with this new identity. How can I not love been a mother?  Why can’t I let it define me? Do I not love my baby?

I want to be you.  I wish I was you. I love my baby. Letting motherhood define me has nothing to do with the love I feel for my child.

But I am selfish.

I want more.

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