Thank you for this! I love your brave honesty. I had 3 kids. I remember hating staying home. I remember loathing Barney and craving adult conversation.
I love my boys. Always did, but my identity as a person in my own right died. I was Justin's Mom, Jordan's Mom, Jeffrey's Mom.
I practiced law. You can't balance the two without some sacrifice. Men promoted to partner who never did a thing while women with kids looked on.
I'm almost 51 and still trying to find out who I am without being an appendage (wife, mother, whatever). It's real, it just is. I adore my boys, they're 32, 29 and 27. They're great humans. I'd never do it again.