Tonight at the grocery store, I spotted a little boy who goes to pre-school with Mo. I have met his Dad several times.....of course, I don't know his name. I went up to them and actually said...
"Hi, I'm Mo's mommy."
We had a very nice conversation., they had just come back from camping, we talked about how much the kids enjoy going to preschool, etc...
Afterwards I realized, I never said my name........and, never asked his name.....pretty sad, huh?
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No, it's not sad, my dear friend. It's called the reality of being a mommy.
You lose your identity the minute you see the "positive" sign on that stick.
I'm the kids' momma, my husband's wife and VERY rarely JUST Naomi.
I'm not sure when you ever regain it ....
Oh I SO live here...
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