Who I Am Now and Who I Am Not

03/31/2015 12:30 pm ET | Updated May 31, 2015
Nicole Jankowski

I am the keeper of lunch money and errant mittens,
the one who hails down the Tooth Fairy
and unbreaks broken zippers.

I am the queen of double knots, of "you may nots"
kissing bruised-up spots
and never sleeping.

I am annoying a teenager, her eyes rolling, sighing.
I am swallowing wounded pride, but on the inside
I am wishing, wistfully, that she was 5 again.

I am four years away from 40
but one bicycle ride away from childhood.

I am somebody's mom, another one's mama, and a 14-year-old's sworn enemy.

I am daydreaming about sex on the sidelines of the soccer game.

I am sleeping with my 6-year-old more often than my husband.
I wear stretch marks like a vixen and sweatpants like a high schooler.

I say things like "Why aren't you wearing pants?" and "You can not ride the cat."
I think things like Is anyone listening? and What would they think if they really knew me? and Why don't I own any real pants?

I am bad at my job, surviving a thankless job, not working a 'real job.'

I am so tired, so happy, so freaking frustrated, so irrelevant, so important.

I am more than the sum of all my parts.

I am realizing that there is a great divide between what I am
and what I was going to be.

I was going to change the world, I ended up changing diapers.

And the truth is, really?

When I think about it now---

I don't think
I would change
one thing.