Multifaceted

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Today, I am MOM, ruler of the household universe, holder of the tickets to bed time, surveyor of all things not cleaned up, approver of all work done and to be done. I am mighty.


Tomorrow I might be WIFE, one who is taken care of, receiver of gifts, demander of kisses, to be protected and adored - nay! admired until the smile stretches across my face in satisfaction.

Yesterday (and many days) I am SNIPPET, girl of a whip-lash mood, sharp of tongue, pouter of lips, and yeller of all things loud. I am often unpleasant on these days.



Some days I am CHILD, growing and changing my ideas by the moment, a leaf in the wind tossed about, a constantly changing sprout.

There are times I am DAUGHTER, a willing participant in the lives of my parents, clinging to them, snatching their free time to claim it as my own, morphing into their shadows.

I feel lucky when I am SISTER, completely surrounded by all that is best in my character, teased and coddled by turns, laughed at and with, a puzzle piece to a greater whole, a pea in a pod.



At times I am simply FRIEND, listener, shoulder, bearer, laugher, dreamer, soul-knit.

Quite often I am WRONG. And there are times I am RIGHT (but these are few). Some days I am FRUSTRATED and ANGRY, and some days I am completely CONTENT. I suffer alongside DEPRESSION and my family feels its effects acutely. There are times when I feel PRETTY but mostly not. I have perfected WALLOWING, but also OPTIMISM. I am PROUD and sometimes I LINGER on the beauty that surrounds me. I have DOUBTS and many FEARS. I am PATIENT - until I'm not anymore.

I am learning to accept all these, to feel comfortable under the weight of all the labels.

I am learning to be grateful for the variety.



"Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself." - Oscar Wilde

Comments

Pam said…
Thought of you a lot today and in the past couple weeks as I have gave a lesson in RS on VT. I am the new visiting teaching supervisor so I got to give the pep talk today :)
Love ya
Pam
6:08 PM
That Girl said…
I adore basically everything you write. Seriously.

And DUDE! Your pictures! How!
7:51 PM
Anonymous said…
What about fan or groupie for Harry Potter? Even Prof Trelawney could divine that you are going to join the crowds at a movie on opening night!
9:04 PM
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