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If you ask me who I am I will tell you I am a mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister.  I will not apologize for identifying myself through the reflection of the people around me, rather I will be proud of that fact.  So many people believe you have to be yourself and you can’t identify yourself with someone else.  They accuse you of losing your identity only being a half a person, living through your children rather than finding your own self or happiness.  I am sorry but I disagree with you.

When I look in my children’s eyes I see a piece of me.  I see the love and the compassion that I have given them to develop into beautiful people and I am proud of myself.

When I look at my husband I see the other half of me.  Without him I would not be me.  I would be empty, I would be missing that part of me that has learned to love completely and unrestrained.  That part of me that is allowed to be angry, sad, silly, logical, illogical, whatever I want to be without worrying about being judged.

When I look at my parents I see the little girl who was creative and determined.  The one that said “I can do it myself” and they let me.

When I look at my sisters I see the woman I am.  Not the wife, not the mother, not the daughter, but a woman with thoughts, opinions and feelings.

So I will not apologize when I say that I am a wife, a mother, a daughter and  a sister.  I am Sandra…Just Me nothing more and nothing less.


Just Me!

Let me explain…I’m trying something new today that I found on Colline’s Blog and hope I am doing it correctly.  It is from the Gypsy Mama Blog and is called the Five Minute Friday.  For five minutes you are required to write with no editing, no back-tracking and no over-thinking.  She provides you with the topic and your off to the races.  This weeks topic is identity.  I thought it sounded like a great idea and thought I’d give it a try.  That being said, please forgive my mistakes.  Without further ado, please start the clock.

5 thoughts on “Identity

  1. The people around us who love us are a part of who we are – and if we did not acknowledge that surely we are not acknowledging a part of ourselves? Their actions, their love, their words help to form a part of who we are at that moment.

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