1st Entry – Who am I?

I often think about that song by Reba McEntire, “Is there life out there”

I became a Mom at 18 years old, it’s like even at a young age I didn’t know who I was so I figured why not a Mom? I then continued to have children, 2 years later another, repeat 1 more time. I often think of these 3 children as my originals. Then of course I put a huge space in between my originals and my youngest. So I’m a mom of 4 or so I’m told.

Mom… wife… that’s my identity. Nothing more, nothing less. I feel like there should be more… There has got to be more.

I’ve sunk to an all time “low” (for lack of a better word) I googled who am I? Google knows everything right? Wrong. Google doesn’t know who I am either. I’ve scoured through blogs searching for answers, surely someone can tell me who I am, or at least how I can find out… I add in words like “who am I besides a mom” It boils down to one answer; who was I before I was mom. Umm a child. The answer is I was a child. I can’t strive to be that person again. I can’t dig down to my core memories and find what I liked to do, where I liked to go, what my hobbies were. The last thing I want is to be the teenage version of my self.

Hobbies: None. Interests: None Friends: Also None.

I want so badly to know who I am outside of a Mom and Wife. I want to know what interests me, what hobbies I like, what I like to do with my free time.

Who am I? There’s so much I haven’t done.