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Top 10 Ways Becoming a Mom Has Changed Me…Forever

     When I was pregnant with my first son I didn’t know what to expect. I wasn’t sure what to expect from OB appointments, from birth itself or becoming a Mom. Now, 3 little boys later and a 4th on the way, I look back and my life and wonder what pre-Mom me would have thought of some of my new habits. Becoming a Mom has changed me…forever…and I’m a completely new person.


1. Modesty…gone.
     After many OB appointments that including having my belly and cervix checked, 1 C-section, 2 VBACs, and a 4th baby on the way. I can honestly say that I have completely lost track of the number of people who have seen my vagina and or had their hand in it. Oh, did I mention pooping in front of strangers? Yes, birth is a beautiful but humbling experience, one that removes any shyness and replaces it with the knowledge that the body is a normal and not-so-unusual thing…that can grow and eject human being..with help from many people I’ve never met until the time comes to delivery my babies. I’ll never forget the team of nurses wiping my whole body down after my labor and c-section. Then, re-dressing me in a hospital gown and moving me to a bed. I had been given medication and was seriously loopy. I looked at the nurse in recover and said “I have no idea how many people just saw me naked, but I do know that no one even bought me dinner first!” Which I thought was hilarious!

2. Patience…by the truckload.
     Anyone who has complained about the terrible 2’s…has a child who has not yet turned 3 years old. Picture the tantrum a 2 year old might have, with a flood of new emotions their little developing brain has no idea how to handle. The screaming, oh the screaming. My 3 year old was having a serious meltdown in Target. We had to pick a few necessary items for a trip the next morning. If we didn’t really need this stuff…I would have abandoned shopping as soon as we entered the store. Tears, loud yelling, refusal to take a lollipop. Eventually, through trial and error I discovered that my emotionally turmoiled 3 year old wanted red fish. A stranger looked at me and said “wow, you have a lot of patience.” Yes, yes I do.

3. Mama Bear is Always on Standby.
     I can’t imagine any feeling more powerful then the need for a Mom to protect her children. Pre-Mom me never paid so much attention to people driving dangerously by my car (get off your freaking phones!!), coughing without covering their mouth or behaving suspiciously out in public. Someone who looks at my children wrong or speaks ill of them won’t be on the Christmas card list (if I can remember to send them out!). Yes, I am an animal lover, but dear stranger…that little annoying dog you think is cute…who is running around the playground while children play…will get punted like a football if it’s nasty towards my children. Not cute, get a leash…and find a dog park.

4. Personal Grooming Habits…what are they again?!
     I have many bottles of nailpolish that I’ve collected over the years. Before having children I always had my nails painted. Looking back, I think preparing for labor with my first son was the last time I painted my toe nails…then realized that no one would be looking at my feet (please refer to loss of modesty in number 1)…and haven’t found the time to paint them since then. The thought of washing dishes, diapers or spending 30 minutes trying to dry my nails while my children attempt to ‘help’ me is unappealing. I imagine some day I’ll get back to painting my nails…but until then there are sippy cups to be washed, butts to be wiped and baths to be given.

5. Fashion for Function.
     I was recently going through my closet and searching for items I could donate. I found this great gold lacy halter top pre-Mom me would have worn on a date with hubby, to a club or out for drinks…before my children were born. I look at this top now and think…how would I breastfeed in this? I definitely can’t wear this shopping at Target…and it certainly won’t go with the running sneakers I’m wearing to the supermarket/Sam’s club today. I’m perfectly happy to leave it behind, and to replace it with athletic wear appropriate for chasing a toddler down at the playground. If it can’t go into the washer, require zero ironing and survive baby puke…you won’t catch me wearing it.

6. I Will Touch…Anything.
     The things I will put my hands in never ceases to amaze me (please refer to reasons I don’t paint my nails anymore in number 4). I have concluded that I would much rather have toddler boogers on my clean shirt…then let my child sit for two seconds with it on his face. The number of ‘gross’ things I have touched, and continue to touch, would have sent Pre-Mom me running…now I find myself wondering…is that poop on the floor? Right as I’m bending down to pick it up regardless of what the item may be. Oh, poor baby, are you covered in vomit?! Come here, Mama will hold you and kiss your cheek. Yeah, if it comes from my children it’s all totally fine.

7. Healthy Eating is for The Weak.
     Pre-Mom me had an amazing diet. Breakfast consisted of an egg-white scramble with organic spinach and a nice hot cup of coffee. No toast, or dry toast without butter. Now when breakfast time approaches, it’s not just me that needs to be fed…and frankly I come last. I cook chocolate chip pancakes for the kids, sneak in some coffee for myself, and am happy if I find something leftover to eat. Before I know it it’s time to get the crew dressed and out the door. I find myself carrying more stuff then I would have taken on vacation when I was single. Wait, is that a dinosaur chicken nugget on the floor? I think it’s still okay…it’s Mine now!!

8. The Future Matters.
     As a Mom, I have to face the reality that someday I won’t be here, and God willing, my children will live long and happy lives. Knowing this, I think more now then ever about what society is leaving behind for future generations. Not just my children, but my children’s – children’s – children. Our air, water, pollution, genetically modified crops…it all matters. The fact that our government and the powers that be don’t have environmental interests at the top of their priority list really irks me. They must not be parents.

9. No Grandma…I did not see The News.
     I’m alone in the supermarket. This rarely happens. Grandma is watching my babies and I get to shop solo. I can fill the whole cart, make sure I get everything on my list…and even have time to get a Starbucks! WooHoo! Walking down the produce aisle, sans children, I find myself humming a song. It takes me until the meat section to realize that I’m humming the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Tune..and I’m alone. Cartoons monopolize our television programming. Elmo, Mickey…whomever is the flavor of the day is typically running over our screens while I try to sort laundry, do dishes and get a bit more organized. Unfortunately this means that I rarely see the news, catch an adult themed show and know more about gooey fish then I would have ever thought feasible. When I’m asked about current events I realize just how far behind I am on today’s news!

10. Nothing Else Matters.
     From the moment I held my first son, I realized that my capacity to love my children has no end. After the births of my other children, I realized that the love I have for my babies is immeasurable. I would do anything for them. I would die for them. Really, nothing else matters. Not the drama happening between friends, not family issues or the newest release of something really interesting I should probably be keeping up with (except for baby wraps, I looooove baby wraps). The role of ‘Mom’ is all consuming and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wake up wayyyyy earlier then I care to, prompted by a toddler looking for snuggles and think…why did I ever care about sleeping in?!

     I know that time is flying. In a few years my children will be young adults. Some day they’ll have adult lives of their own, and an ideal Sunday won’t include hanging out with Mom. Until then I’m going to soak up this time. What would pre-Mom me have thought of all of this? I think I would have thought I was insane…especially about the shoes. I used to LOVE high heel shoes! It’s quite possible that I, and all Moms are. Insanely happy? Tired, so tired and so in love.
     What would Pre-Mom you have thought of your life now? How has becoming a Mom changed you? As always, thanks for stopping by! I really appreciate a follow on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram and love to network on Google and LinkedIn. Companies care about these numbers when deciding which bloggers to select to review products etc. So thank you for following! Want to work together? E-mail MamaBananasAdventures@gmail.com

8 thoughts on “Top 10 Ways Becoming a Mom Has Changed Me…Forever

  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    What a great post. I was shaking my head in agreement the entire way through. I also have developed a lot more empathy towards others in simply just knowing as a mom how I'd feel in their shoes.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    What a great post. I was shaking my head in agreement the entire way through. I also have developed a lot more empathy towards others in simply just knowing as a mom how I'd feel in their shoes.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    Patience is a big one for me, and I'm still far from the ideal!

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    Patience is a big one for me, and I'm still far from the ideal!

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    Yep, modesty is definitely gone. If my 1 year old son is not in the bathroom while I'm peeing, the door is WIDE open to make sure he's not getting into anything he should not get into.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:35 pm
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    Yep, modesty is definitely gone. If my 1 year old son is not in the bathroom while I'm peeing, the door is WIDE open to make sure he's not getting into anything he should not get into.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:36 pm
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    I have a 4 year old and an almost 2 year old…

    #2. I can relate on some things but I am nowhere near patient. I wasn't before motherhood and I am probably worse now. 🙁 I want to be patient. I even imagine myself being a patient person and take deep breaths lol… But Idk if I'll change sadly.

    #6. I can't touch or smell vomit. I will vomit as well… Poop, pee anything else but please oh please NOT vomit!!

    #7. I have been striving for healthy food, organic is on sale, vegetarian always, vegan occasionally, lots of fruits and veggies. However, I do have my days or weeks where we eat macaroni & cheese, pb&j and a simple can of beans out of desperation and lack of energy to cook!

    #3,4,5,8,9,10 YES.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 8:36 pm
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    I have a 4 year old and an almost 2 year old…

    #2. I can relate on some things but I am nowhere near patient. I wasn't before motherhood and I am probably worse now. 🙁 I want to be patient. I even imagine myself being a patient person and take deep breaths lol… But Idk if I'll change sadly.

    #6. I can't touch or smell vomit. I will vomit as well… Poop, pee anything else but please oh please NOT vomit!!

    #7. I have been striving for healthy food, organic is on sale, vegetarian always, vegan occasionally, lots of fruits and veggies. However, I do have my days or weeks where we eat macaroni & cheese, pb&j and a simple can of beans out of desperation and lack of energy to cook!

    #3,4,5,8,9,10 YES.

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