Has anybody tried to box you in before? You know, assume they know who you are and what you are all about based on the “labels” you wear. Labels like mother, teacher, minister’s wife, homemaker, musician, etc. Maybe you box yourself in. I did and still do sometimes.
It’s sometimes hard to find your identity outside of your children when they’re under your feet all day- day in and day out. Don’t misunderstand me, though. It is right and proper for our identities to be intertwined. But not meshed. Meshed identities can be real problems. The only analogy I can think of that might work is like mixing playdoh. When you mix yellow and purple playdoh together, you just have a mess and you can’t unseparate them again. It’s just one big muddy lump of playdoh now. Not the two beautiful colors it was before. To be intertwined like rope, though, is to be influenced but not destroyed by the other one. Separate the twine and it will curl as it did while joined but it’s still it’s own piece of twine. It didn’t lose it’s identity to the other piece like the playdoh did. Does that make any sense? Probably not. I’ve been called a weirdo before. I guess they were right.
Anyway, I’d love to continue waxing eloquent on this issue but it’s closing in on dinnertime so I’m needed in the kitchen. (Plus, the longer I stay here, the colder it gets outside and the colder I will be when I walk home…not to mention that my adoring and adorable husband is worried about me…I’m on my way, honey! Keep the home fires burnin’!)
So, I’ll leave you with this thought to ponder…Are you playdoh or twine? I’d love to hear your comments!