One of the first games I ever played with my children was ‘peek a boo’. However, soon after my son was born I felt like I became invisible.
One day I started wearing one earring. Now anyone that knows me would also know this isn’t something I would usually do, turns out that it took seven months for anyone to notice I was only wearing one earring. Seven months worth of social interactions, and no one ever looked me square in the face and noticed.
It sort of cemented to me that as mum of then two children under two, who was always out and about, busy with the children making noise and – well let’s be honest – just being children. As a mum who “just stayed at home” or “didn’t work”, I had just about become invisible; not just to society (who may not notice or be curious why just one earring), but to my family, to my friends and really, if I am truly honest, even to myself.
Often my phone conversations, when I managed to have them, with family and friends would ask, “How are the children? How is the husband?”, with our conversation then taking its natural flow.
Very rarely did anyone ask how I was. When I think about it now my guess would be everyone probably just figured if the people I care for are okay, then I must be.
I realised in those seven months that I didn’t want to be invisible, not in my mind and not anyone else’s. It’s hard when you have spent your whole life connecting your identity to what you do, the career you built, where you have been and where you are going. The shift to realigning yourself as you transition to motherhood can be tough. To take a love that is all consuming and not let the role consume you is difficult.
We go from being these goddesses that glow and having strangers wanting to talk to us to being mums who are negotiating at a United Nations level about why we are saying no to a third box of Smarties. There are days where we are overtired, and would perhaps have to pause to remember the last time we brushed our hair or teeth. It was during this time that I found online mothers' groups.