Yesterday morning I popped out of bed and put on my blogger hat. I edited pictures, hammered out emails and chatted with y’all.
Then I heard a tiny, newborn (is 7 weeks still a newborn??) squeak and switched into my mom hat. I wore that one for a lot of the day. Through blowouts, spilled milk, snuggles, book reading and bath times.
I popped on my wife hat to hear the latest with David’s work and direct him to where he could find some grub in the fridge.
Then, I took off all my hats and put on heels for the first time in… shoot, years?
I met a couple girlfriends on the back deck of The Prickly Pear.
I was the first to arrive by about 10 minutes (I was a little overeager) and spent a few minutes sipping on a marg and savoring the cool breeze. Have I mentioned I love North Carolina’s weather?
For a little while I had on no hats. I had no responsibilities. I had nobody’s tastes to consider but my own.
And those tastes chose tableside guacamole obviously.
I’m not sure if it was the real clothes, the fresh air, the time with girlfriends or the tequila, but I left feeling rejuvenated. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel like MOM, I felt like ME.
Don’t get me wrong, that mom hat of mine is one of my very favorite hats. Still, every once in a while it’s nice to take it all of (hypothetically speaking; I didn’t have that much tequila) and just spend some time being me without any expectations.
Now it’s morning and true to form I hear a little squeal in the next room— time to go pop on that mom hat! And after last night I’m feeling more energized and happy to pop that sucker on and run with it!
Do you ever feel defined by one of your rolls? – wife, mom, student, job title?
How do you remember who are outside of what you do?