Just a Mom



It happened last summer. The kind of incidence that resonates with you, that sticks to your bones, that whispers to you as you try to sleep. I’ve carried it with me, quietly, for six months now, wondering how to proceed. In a crowded restaurant, a sweet ten-year-old, whom I adore, looked straight across the table at me and said, “So, you’re just a mom, then?” It was a dagger, nonchalant and unexpected, straight to my soul. “I mean, you don’t work? You just stay home?” The need to justify all of my life choices and all of the repetitive days that had accumulated over the past three years swelled with me until I thought I might burst. Yet, the words that spilled out of my mouth were calm, deliberate, gentle. I am a mother and he just a child, after all, so why did his question hang around and haunt me for days, weeks, months? Until, it hit me. The shame that I felt from this accusation, this affront, had absolutely nothing to do with a boy’s innocent observation. It had everything to do with me. It was about the little, defining pieces within me that I felt slipping away with each day that passed. It was about the ideas and words and contributions that were being buried by the needs and demands and desires of others. It was about the silent narrative, ever-present,  within my mind taunting, “Time is fleeting.” It was the assault of the word just.

Yet, what if, just had the power to be hurtful only when we allowed it to be self-limiting?

Just a mom seeking fulfillment

Just a child seeking to be heard

Just a worker seeking recognition

Just a student seeking their own path

Just a writer seeking the words

Just a wanderer seeking a calling

Just hurried and seeking calm

Just lonesome and seeking companionship

Just darkness seeking a little spark of light

Just one single person in the sea of so many

What it it was redefined? What might occur if we allowed ourselves to embrace whatever we just happen to be in this moment? When we are wholly just as we are, perhaps our own existence might be liberating, powerful, and even transformative.

As I have spent these months in confrontation with my own spirit, I have emerged with the realization that loving and accepting myself just as I am is the only path toward reconciliation.

Yes, right now, I am just a mom. I am just a mom capable of manifesting her own fulfillment.

Perhaps, along my journey, I will find that just is enough.


7 thoughts on “Just a Mom

  1. You write with such poise and I am so thankful to be inspired by you. I wrote something similar as I was challenging with the notion that I am MORE than… More than a mom, an employee, a creative and so on… We are ENOUGH mama and I am so happy to see that you are discovering that along your journey. xoxo

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    1. Vivianna, your generous words mean so much to me, as they come from a fellow writer whom I deeply admire. You are absolutely right. It is exhausting to try and be more than what we are — in this moment, we are enough. Thank you for the much needed reminder – it has been a rough week. (And apologies for this delayed response, you are so kind to always stop by.)

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