Motherhood Is Not the Essense of my Personhood

477346_582709005096058_1997086228_oDear Kennedy, Marin, and Stuart,

Mother’s Day is tomorrow.   Mother’s Day is not my favorite–for a whole host of reasons I’m quite sure y’all know about because I tend to not self-censor much with anyone.   That includes y’all.  

I woke up this morning and one of the first things I saw on Facebook was this meme from mormon.org which made me want to scoop my eyeballs out with a spork.

Speaking of scoops, here’s one from your mom, on Mother’s Day Eve:

You guys are awesome.   You are amazing in every  possible way–and then some.   I cannot imagine life NOT as your mom (although I’m guessing y’all might have fantasized about your life with a different mom on multiple occasions . . .).   I am LOVING watching y’all grow up.   You are ambitious and hard-working and kind and smart and funny (oh, so funny) and quick-witted and curious.   And you are also needy and demanding and sometimes I feel  beleaguered by  trying to fill  all of your  needs.   And I tell you as much, which I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be doing, but maybe I’m doing you a favor:   if you become a parent, you’ll go in eyes wide open–thanks to me!  

Quite simply, I am your mom.   Imagining my life otherwise is just crazy talk.

However, motherhood is not the essence of who I am.   It does not define my identity.   And it sure as hell doesn’t define my divine stature and nature.   Motherhood is part of me, yes.   One of many parts.   I am also a woman, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, an aunt, a sister-in-law, a daughter-in-law, a granddaughter, a professor, a writer, a blogger, a wanna-be runner, a jokester, a singer, a pianist,  a Spanish speaker, a Mormon, a Texan, a CASA,  a reader, a reader, a reader (yes, I know I included that 3X), a voter, a liberal, a Democrat, a community member, a public school advocate, a library lover, a citizen, an amateur photographer, a Diet Dr. Pepper aficionado, an overeater, a yo-yo dieter (dammit), and  hopefully a bunch more things that I don’t know about yet.   I’m on the verge of turning 40, so I hope to have many more years ahead of me to become more things.

And I would have been pretty much ALL of those things even if I had not been a mother.   We could go round and round about the importance of each of those things, but I’m not interested in that (after all, clearly being a Diet Dr. Pepper aficionado is way more important in my life than being an overeater . . .).   My point is not to say that motherhood isn’t important.   I’ve devoted over 16 years of my life to the whole Motherhood-Project with many, many more to come.   My point is to say that motherhood is just  one part of me.   It’s a part that I cherish (except for when I don’t), but it’s still just one part.   Motherhood does not define me.   It is not my essence.   *I* am my essence.   Me, Heather Olson Beal.   I am all of those things.   And I’m grateful for all the opportunities I’ve had in life to develop all the parts of me–not just the motherhood part (and dangit, that one’s been tough).

I don’t wish for  motherhood to define you, either (or fatherhood for you, Stuart).   I want each of you to go out into the world and figure out what things/roles/activities/responsibilities/careers/endeavors define you and work on developing all of them.   And if parenthood is one of those, I hope I am around to enjoy that part of your life with you.   I will love getting to do the (few) things I’m good at with your (would-be) kids.   Remember what you told me when you were about five, Kennedy:   “Mom, you’re really not the best Pop Ramen maker.   That’s Dad.   And you’re really not the best pancake maker.   That’s Dad.   And you’re really not the best peanut butter and jelly maker.   That’s Dad.   Hmmm . . .  I don’t even know  what you’re good at!   Hmmm . . . oh yeah.   You’re a good book reader.”

So there you have it, folks.   The essence of my identity as a parent:   I’m literate.   ;)  

But I digress . . .

Lastly, if there is a god, I think they want us to go out and do good in the world.   I don’t think the sole purpose of our time on this planet is to become parents.   Figure out what your purpose is and work on fulfilling it.   Don’t worry about god meting out divine judgment if you choose the “wrong” thing.

And if parenthood is not one of the things that help define you–whether by choice or otherwise–you can always call me.   I’ll get it.   And I will love all the parts of what make you you.