Being a warm sunny morning, I took the kids out into the front yard to play this morning. I sat there on the step, half dressed (although fully decent), with messed up hair, watching the children play and waving to neighbours strolling past. A couple of the more familiar faces called a greeting or even paused for a moment to exchange pleasantries over the gate.
In stark contrast to the pedestrians, a rather fancy-looking car drove down the street looking completely out of place. As it passed, the four suited men inside caught my eye. I was ready with a friendly smile, but they looked at me as though I were an alien.
And it struck me suddenly that I was. Even the me of five years ago wouldn’t recognise the me of now! Five years ago, I dressed nicely and went off to work each day. I even wore suits for some jobs. If that me had driven past this me, she would have been perhaps a little pitiful and a little scornful. Imagine that, not only stuck home with the brats, but not even getting dressed properly before coming out into full view of the street! (I should mention here that the lady two doors down regularly sits in her front yard in her pyjamas; this is normal.)
It occurred to me how much I have changed, how little I expected such a change, and how much I actually like it. I had sort of assumed that me as a parent would still be, mostly, me. I didn’t even contemplate the ramifications of entering a whole new stereotype. I am now a woman who wears a tracksuit to take two kids to a shopping centre. And, oddly, I’m comfortable with that… for now!