Mothering Away Your Identity






Make breakfast. Drop him off at school. Text messages invade my phone. Answer them. Call the cleaning lady. Reschedule the dentist appointment for the tenth time. Is my mom coming tomorrow? I hope so. I forgot to drop off the clothes at the cleaners. Pick him up from school. Give him lunch. I hear more text messages coming in. Turn off sound. Read to him before he takes his nap so he can unwind and take the nap. He’s asleep. Quick kiss on his cheek, breathe in his scent, and close the door. Begin cooking dinner. Focus on what the boys eat. Tapas loves vegetarian, and Ishaan loves anything with beans. He’s up. He calls for me, “Mami,” in a drowsy and longing voice. With arms wide open we embrace each other. I kiss him. And kiss him. As he nestles his head on my shoulder. Walk to the living room. Give him some water and start the unfinished puzzle he was working on before. Watch a little bit of Sesame Street. Dinner time. Tapas is home. Clean the kitchen. Milk time. Bath time. Read to him before bed. Turn the light off. Repeat again tomorrow.

Until one day….

I was crying convulsively, burying my face into the pillow so no one would hear me. It was late afternoon and traces of nightfall had just begun to settle. Shadows projected on the walls from the furniture in my room. The obscurity of the dark, ominous figures paralleled December’s darkness.

That was the last time I shed bitter tears.

Une crise de larmes. That’s what December was for me. Full of unexpected, sporadic crying fits…especially the last weeks. We had just returned from our trip to India, hence jet lagged. One week later we flew down to Miami for a weekend. Ishaan got a fever the day we flew back home. It turned out to be a virus which gave him a fever for several days. Needless to say he lost his appetite and his sleep schedule went _____. Oh. Did I forget to mention that it was also Christmas? Thank god for Amazon Prime! After he recovered, he continued to eat poorly. He refused home cooked meals and wanted a bag of m&ms or cashews instead. This is a kid who has grown up with home cooked meals by the way. He gave up on fruits completely. His bedtime was no longer 8PM, it was now 11:30PM, at the earliest! And the thing is that while I was slowly falling apart, he was singing “London Bridge is Falling Down” (his favorite song right now) and dancing!  A child’s resilience is incomparable.

So I wept. I bawled. I cried in the bathroom while brushing my teeth. After a shower. While cooking. Even during diaper changes. I was weeping with no anticipation and no control. And while I sobbed, I felt preposterous even though I was alone, most of the time. And I’m embarrassed to admit that to you. People like me don’t cry. I just carry on. But this was out of my control. I was helpless. These tears were something I had been holding in for far too long. It was time to let them out. I needed to listen to them, to taste them, to see them, in order to understand and realize I had reached a breaking point. I had hit rock bottom for the first time in two years.

I was not surprised. My intuition of self is spot on. It wasn’t something I had to dig deep down inside for. Everything was transparent. What I miscalculated was that I just thought I’d be able to compose myself, handle it like a trooper; I’m-a-woman-hear-me-roar kind of confidence. Nope. The thing is that I forgot I’m human. Not a superhero. Not god. I’m human. Not untouchable. And I’m human before I am a mom and a wife and a daughter and a friend.  I’m human. I have to tell that to myself over and over again. Because this role I play of being the ‘Jackie’ of all trades, is frankly, unsustainable. So I’m waving the white flag here. I surrender.

It had to stop. I had lost my mind. I was tired, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’m a mom 24/7. I’m a wife 24/7. I’m a cook. I’m a dishwasher. I’m a nurse. However, dedicated mostly to being a Mom. Completely devoted to my son. Where was I? Where did I go? What happened to me? Time was scarce. I was starved. I wanted out. I needed some respite. I was so desperate for it that I had even considered escaping an entire weekend by myself to a little resort in Tucson, (I’ve secretly had my eye on this place since I was pregnant) taking my laptop, bringing with me a good book, and for just one weekend, forget about the responsibility of having to take care of anyone but myself. To sleep in. To enjoy quiet. To reconnect with myself. To be able to finish sentences or not speak at all. To just be.

This dismissiveness of self reminds me of my mother. She always said a part of her died while we were growing up. And that makes me sad, for her. She was a dedicated mom. Her days, thoughts, and every breath were about my sister, my brother, and I. But in the midst of her devotion, she, the person, disappeared. She forgot about her self. And I wish now that I’m a mom, now that I’m older, that she would have done a little more for herself. The woman her. Not the mom her. And I’m determined to learn from that. Because this tragically, persistent, self-imposed conflict of giving my son 120% all the time, every day, will be the death of me too.

Therefore, it is time for a change. I need to reframe my thinking in order to feel unencumbered. After all, this mommy gig is forever. Will I make the time? How and when? Where would I start? I knew I would not buy a ticket the next day and fly to Tucson. But maybe one day I will. However, when that tomorrow comes, I won’t be running away from my circumstances, I will be home in my skin wherever I am.   

No regrets. The choices I have made these past two years bring me infinite joy. I have done a lot of growing, and I’m not sure how this will sound, but I fully comprehend the concept of unconditional love. Ishaan has taught me that as well as giving me an affinity for life. And though he will always remain the protagonist in my life, my priority, I don’t want to be standing in the back of the room all the time, or worse! – Dust under the rug as I have made myself to be. A martyr. No fault of his of course! I recognize that the one at fault here is me. So I’m ready for the next step. The next phase in our lives as mother and son. And that’s this: I’m ready to focus on me again. The whole me. The person me. The writer me. And I’m going to take care of me. I have neglected me for far too long. And this new person, this new mom, should be someone I aspire to, not escape from.

I’m still trying to figure it out. As I wasn’t this proponent of moms taking time for themselves. Not because I didn’t believe they should, I just didn’t think it applied to me. Ha! Who’s having the last laugh now? Therefore, I’m taking baby steps towards a more realized me, by making a list of what is important and what are the things I am willing to relinquish to make my life easier. To allow me to breathe. I’ll still cook and put him to sleep at night. But I won’t be opposed to the occasional Friday night pizza. And I’m taking several steps back and letting Tapas be more in control. And please! Turn the t.v. on! In moderation, but it’s on! And realize that it’s okay. I don’t have to do more than good enough. I want date nights twice a month and enjoy a good read at night.

I sometimes wonder if the true me is the one who in another reality lives a more secluded life, locks herself in her house, drinking wine all day, smoking pot, and writing endless pages of a novel that never has the potential to be published. Or is it, the full time mom? The full time wife? The cook? The dishwasher? The writer? Who I am is ultimately all of these and none of these simultaneously. Therefore, I will learn to be comfortable with these contradictions, with life’s messiness. Affirmations for the realized me: I will love myself. I will take time to know myself. I will be…me.



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  • Kat

    Love this, love you. I’m right there with you. Never let yourself die to be this perfect ideal. Perfection is overrated and can do more harm than good for the very people we are trying to protect. You’re going to find your own balance and it will make everyone happy. 👍🏼😘👏🏼

    January 15, 2016 at 11:14 am Reply
  • Jennifer Post

    I suppose this is a struggle for many moms- I know it is for me also. We love our children and want to be with them and they are also our “priority”, as their needs come before ours. I will definitely go on a weekend escape with you! Don’t feel bad- I usually exclaim, “We are free!” when we get some time off from the kids and liken it to breaking out of jail! LOL!

    January 15, 2016 at 12:11 pm Reply
  • Belkys

    This is life – a new lesson every day, continually changing; continually learning. You were your complete self at 15 you may have thought; yet in those 10 years since you’ve changed so much and what was important then might now make you chuckle. You’re still growing and will continue to grow. You have experienced so many new feelings, you almost don’t recognize who you are. There’s still so many emotions and feelings that you have not even begun to tap into and you might even be shocked someday that they were there the whole time. Example: “How could I at 48 realize that unconditional love isn’t just reserved for my two kids?” How could I love and hate simultaneously? Your story is your own unique life path and at the end you’ll be filled with wisdom. If only you could have started your life filled with this wisdom and fully knowing all those facets that make you, you. “If youth but knew and age could do.”

    January 15, 2016 at 1:44 pm Reply
  • Elaine

    This is so achingly beautiful. I think there’s nothing more gorgeous then honesty. Thank you so much for letting us hold you, even if just in words <3

    February 12, 2016 at 4:31 pm Reply
    • Linjen Neogi

      Thank you Elaine. Writing the truth is slowly becoming easier.

      Grateful to you for listening.

      February 14, 2016 at 9:46 pm Reply
  • Raquel Alonso

    I love this. Thanks for sharing your heart; I think this can resonate with every mom or wife out there. It is what I fear most about marriage and kids too; forgetting who I am. I am bookmarking this for me to read and remind myself in the future. 😉

    April 15, 2016 at 10:34 am Reply
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