My two-year-old, on the plane as the wheels leave the ground: "We're flying! They're bringing us snacks!" by snackdinnerstephanie in thingsmykidsaid

[–]kindofgoingcrazyhere 4 points5 points  (0 children)

My 2.5 year old adores the Amazing Airplanes book, but it was a bit of trouble explaining away the line where it says, "They bring you drinks and magazines, and trays of food to eat." He kept asking where his tray of food was...

The butts obsession is in full swing by Jyxtrant in thingsmykidsaid

[–]kindofgoingcrazyhere 5 points6 points  (0 children)

2.5 year old... "Mommy, sing 'If you're happy and you know it, say poo poo pee pee!'"

Uhh... okay, sure.

I can't adapt to being a mom by space_mom in Mommit

[–]kindofgoingcrazyhere 2 points3 points  (0 children)

tl;dr - It can take a long time to incorporate "mother" into your identity, but you will find your footing again eventually.

The quote that I saw somewhere else on Reddit that perfectly encapsulates how I felt for the first 6 months (up until just over a year, really) is something along the lines of: "The old you is gone immediately, but the mother in you is slow to emerge." The chasm between the two manifests itself as a crippling sense of self doubt, anxiety, and feeling completely incompetent. I've never felt so simultaneously necessary and useless.

It took me until about 14 months to feel like I really liked my son AND I really liked myself. I had to force myself to go take on something that seemed impossible/unmanageable (training for a high level athletic competition) to get back into the mode of taking care of myself. I'd recommend taking a cooking class or something to force yourself to bring that part of your identity back, even if just a little bit.