Sexuality/Motherhood
Reclaiming My Sexual Identity As A Mother
Mothers are hanging by a thread — not by the chandeliers.
Motherhood isn’t glamorous. It isn’t airbrushed or edited to perfection. It can’t be filtered or adjusted to suit what we think it should look like. Motherhood is an intense role made out of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s gross. It’s messy. It’s often unappreciated.
As a mother, it’s a real challenge for me to merge feeling sexy with the act of mothering. When you’re changing diapers, cleaning up after sloppy little humans, fielding various meltdowns, or otherwise strung out from the exhaustion that is raising children, romance just isn’t at the top of the priority list for many moms.
And it’s not just little kids that suck the sex drive out of a relationship. When you’re dealing with moody teenagers who test the limits of your patience day in and day out, that can affect libido as well.
Kids of any age can cause a strain on a couple’s sex life.
All of that said, this is not a rant about how awful motherhood is. This is not some pity party for the consequences of my choices in life. This is about the genuine battle that so many women other than myself are wading through in their struggle to remain who they are as…
