The other day, I was chatting with a friend about why I love writing so much. “It’s one of the few things I do throughout the day that lasts for more than a minute. And one of the rare things that has my name on it.” Did you know I can go entire days without ever hearing my actual name?
Mom, Mommy, Honey, Babe. Even just, “Sidney’s wife” when I’m shopping in town, because he is the locally-known manager while I’m the “stay-at-home-mom.” And I LOVE the labels I’ve earned and sacrificed to earn over the years. Ten years of fabulous marriage and five gorgeous children rightly feels like an accomplishment hard-earned.
But… I missed my name. (Click to Tweet)
And I’ve come to realize that it is OK to have passions, hobbies, and interests that have nothing to do with my kids. That are beyond my husband. Unrelated to my role as a wife and mother. Were I single and childless, I would still write songs and books and blogs. I would still crave to help people move forward and hear them say, “I get it! I can do this!”
Being a mother informed the direction that passion came out, though. I no longer do massage therapy or coach gymnastics, but instead I help people produce amazing books or teach childbirth classes or speak at business conferences. Or write.
When the words flow out with that ring of truth that serves the Muse, the words don’t care what extraneous labels I’ve added to my life. The truth is as familiar to me as it was when I was an angtsy teen. When a driven college would stay up too late and get up too early to do all the things.
I serve the work and the work serves others, and in doing so, I’ve reclaimed my name. (Click to Tweet)
Motherhood doesn’t bring an end to who I was. It simply means that who I was has a new situation to adapt to. While it is true that who I am becoming is someone who is more aware of the long-term implications of what I say and do, I haven’t lost the core of me. That creative, messy, driven, loud-mouth, fun, inspired, angtsy me is still there. And still thriving. I’m just bringing a few extra folks along for the ride.
I can be Mom, Mommy, Honey, and “the wife” — and also be Angela England, author and speaker and guide. I can be home for them and reach people around the world. I can give everything I am to littles who don’t know they should be grateful yet and who consume every ounce of energy I have every.single.day. And I can still reclaim my name.