I am so different than I was even 10 years ago. I am not the reactionary—I don’t jump to conclusions (as much)—I also lack a bit of the passion those traits encompass, but have gained a sense of discernment. Different qualities define who I am now. I have grown and hopefully learned.
What defines me?
I am first and foremost a mother.
My children define me—
not by what they do, but when they think for themselves, come into their faith or simply say “I love you mom”.
I am a daughter.
Family defines me--
not necessarily by birth, but by the heritage I embrace with such pride.
I am a friend.
My friendships define me—
not because they chose to share life with me, but because the character they exude reflects my uncanny ability to surround myself with exceptional friends.
I am an educator.
My students define me—
not by getting good grades, but by thinking outside the box, creating a beautiful piece of writing or simply being better members of our community.
I am a Christian.
My faith defines me—
not because of what tenants of my religion dictate, but the day in and day out walk which causes this world to hold the hope I long for
I am a widow.
Loss has defined me--
not because of mourning, but because of the strength gained, the capacity to empathize and the assurance that there is more.
I am a woman.
Life defines me—
not because I live it perfectly, but because I long to live it fearlessly.
This I know for sure.