More than a Mother

My name is 'E and G's Mum' and I am a mother:

Stimulating my children through public indignity

I don't always look like that, obviously. Sometimes I look like this:

Nurturing my children with Fairy non-biological

And on occasion, when I leave the house, I look like this:

Hunter-gathering

My main place of work, as many of you have already seen, is here:

Hub of the house

My evenings are spent reading bulb catalogues under a woolly tartan rug in an armchair while the Vicar sits under a woolly tartan rug on the sofa and plays Angry Birds.

It was not always like this. No, once upon a time I answered to Anna. I read the paper over hot tea in at breakfast time and I thought a wet wipe was a killer cocktail. In those days my place of work was an ergonomic chair in a glass office with a latte machine. And in those days I could sweep men off their feet:

My two-day body guard training course

And transport them to heavenly spheres:

High life in Bavaria

Sometimes when my feet are mired in cat litter and my thoughts assaulted by infant demands, I think wistfully of those days when I was myself. When my sofa rugs were edgy stripes, not tartan, and when only my nose blew into the tissues that swelled my handbag.

But then I imagine a house without my babies and a glass office without school runs to recall me and I realise that despite snot on my sleeve and an enslavement to Hoover, motherhood still allows me to fly high:

Katetakes5 wants us all to show the world through a long-ago photo that we were once more than just mothers. You can see how very much more others once were here. And tell me, how was it for you?