Who am I? I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a grand daughter, a friend, a person and many more things…
But not in the too distant past if you had asked me who I was I would say “Me? I am a student, a philosopher, I take art classes to keep me sane, a sister, a daughter and so on would follow. The day my son was born all that changed; I was no longer an “I“; I became a we. That person, that student could no longer think about school or art—she became a mother and that was the only thing that was important. Class—how could I go? Theo needed to nurse and pumping wouldn’t work since he refused to take a bottle.
Don’t think that I blamed him. Not for one instant. It was me; I couldn’t figure out how the ”I” fit into this “we” where the little he was more important than anything else. It might have taken me longer than most, maybe quicker than some that the “I” needed to find some time for me! It did take me quite a long time and a new little she to push the me into finding her own place.
Who am I? I am an artist, a philosopher, a student but no longer in a class room. I study my children, my husband, my family , my friends, and most of all me and what I have learned is that “I” can’t be a we without some time for me. And you know what? That is ok; I am still a great mom. Just ask my two little we’s.
2 comments:
nice. a bunch of nonsense from a we or she or i...whatever. i, we, me...we are all just that much more stupid for having read what you wrote.
thanks,
i-we-me-...
:P;
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