"I love how much you ask about my baby but you never ask me how I am any more. I'm still me"
So life may have changed dramatically around these parts. I've had a baby and the very world as I know it has changed completely. But I am still me. Please don't forget me.
My bag is full to the brim with nappy creams and leaflets about weaning, but I still want to talk about the make up palette that your one off the telly has brought out. Please don't forget me.
I go to bed early because my child doesn't sleep very well, but that is no reason to no longer invite me to evening events and get together. 90% of the time I cannot go but I feel included if you invite me. Please don't forget me.
I haven't worked in over a year and my brain is a bit muzzy. Turns out baby brain never really goes away. I still have an opinion about that topic you're discussing without me. I am here. Please don't forget me.
Being a parent is serious. I get that. I am caring for an actual life right now. I could barely look after myself before this. But I am not serious. You've stopped telling me the inappropriate jokes and the silly immature memes. Please don't forget me.
I'm your wife now. The mother of your kids too. You don't often tell me that I look nice any more. I am still me. Please don't forget me.
You seem shocked when I say I've had my hair done, or on rare occasion my nails painted. I am a mother but I am still me. Please don't forget me.
You look baffled when I talk about returning to my job after maternity leave. I have to, we have to, and I am still me. Please don't forget me.
I have 100 children’s books but still read glossy magazines and know what Corrie star is dating a footballer. I am still me. Please don't forget me.
I love how much you ask about my baby but you never ask me how I am any more. I'm still me, I'm struggling right now, please don't forget me.
Written by Tracey, mummy blogger and staff writer at www.familyfriendlyhq.ie.
Check out her own blog at www.loveofliving.blogspot.ie
