Let me first say that I love my life, love being a mommy, and love my girls. I know how extremely blessed I am to be able to stay at home with them, so this post is the furthest from a complaint but moreover an observation of how life when you’re a mom takes a “Momnesia” turn.
Today, in case you didn’t now yet, is my Birthday. I’m a whopping 31 today and don’t really have an issue with my age, I’m actually excited to be welcoming another year in my life and am enthused to see what this new year will bring.
I’ve always been one to be happy for my birthdays, not overly excited but within normal limits. This year is no different in that respect. But surprisingly, to myself even, I have, several times, forgotten that I even had a birthday coming up. I’m not sure if it’s because my focus is now on the kids and my husband, or if I’m too busy with the blog and holidays to even think about it. Even moreso I’m not too upset that my birthday isn’t a huge deal.
Last year when I turned 30 and was pregnant I was a little bummed to have such a low-key birthday, so it’s very odd to me the feelings, or lackthereof that I have this year. Don’t get me wrong I’m still happy to welcome a new year in my life, but maybe it’s just me realizing even more that this life isn’t about me.
I know some of you may be thinking well this mom needs some more mom time, she’s losing herself. And yes I am losing myself a little but at the cost of becoming a better person, better mom, better wife, better friend. Or at least I hope so.
Have any of you ever felt this way?? Are you content with a low-key birthday or sometimes forget your birthday is even coming? Please tell me I’m not alone in this.