I used to worship you and simply told you to stop posting tons of pics of your kid and to stop sharing her as if she’s a tool and you blocked me on Instagram. You were the first concert I ever went to, the day it happened I threw your vinyls in the trash. She’s a baby, she’s not a tool, we have nothing to learn from her or you. Protect her and do a better job. I know what she looks like without even looking at your profile I would be nauseous if a stranger knew what my kid’s face looks like from memory. You’re not the first person to have a kid. Shut up omg
Could have written this word for word myself. That feeling like the babysitter thing has slightly faded 6 months in but there are still moments where I think “who put me in charge of this tiny person? I’m not reeeeaally a mom. yeah I was pregnant and gave birth and I’m technically responsible for keeping my kid alive but I’m not like those other moms who are actual moms.” Imposter mom syndrome is real. And also the joy is deeper than any joy I’ve ever felt. And I feel like a shell. Everything everywhere all at once.
I used to worship you and simply told you to stop posting tons of pics of your kid and to stop sharing her as if she’s a tool and you blocked me on Instagram. You were the first concert I ever went to, the day it happened I threw your vinyls in the trash. She’s a baby, she’s not a tool, we have nothing to learn from her or you. Protect her and do a better job. I know what she looks like without even looking at your profile I would be nauseous if a stranger knew what my kid’s face looks like from memory. You’re not the first person to have a kid. Shut up omg
Brilliantly hilarious! What a perfect capture of
That indelible revelation that your life will never be the same!
Bravo! Bethany!
Thank you for this! ❤️
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Could have written this word for word myself. That feeling like the babysitter thing has slightly faded 6 months in but there are still moments where I think “who put me in charge of this tiny person? I’m not reeeeaally a mom. yeah I was pregnant and gave birth and I’m technically responsible for keeping my kid alive but I’m not like those other moms who are actual moms.” Imposter mom syndrome is real. And also the joy is deeper than any joy I’ve ever felt. And I feel like a shell. Everything everywhere all at once.
Imposter mom syndrome for real !!! 🫂