I am a woman.
I think the women I know are stronger than the men I know.
I am a mother.
I think being a good mother means walking the tightrope of sometimes being selfish so that you can be selfless for your child.
I am a wife.
I think the longer we’re married, the easier it is to forget to show gratitude for this person who has promised to be by your side.
I am a daughter.
I think I didn’t realize all my parents did for me until I had to start doing them for my son.
I am a writer.
I think everyday life provides me with a never-ending wealth of inspiration.
I am an individual.
I think I stand out in a crowd without being ostentatious.
I am a list-maker.
I think lists help me not forget and help me feel a sense of accomplishment in acknowledging all that I did each day, even when I know there is plenty I didn’t do.
I am quiet on the outside.
I think, ponder, ruminate, consider.
I am outspoken.
I think there are certain things I can’t be quiet about.
I am fond of silver and gemstones.
I think wearing jewelry is one way I express myself.
I am curious.
I think I will never run out of things to read and learn.
I am patient.
I think children deserve hugs, kisses, “I love you’s,” and the opportunity to be heard.
I am terrified of earthquakes.
I think earthquicks (as my son calls them) are a reminder that I have no control.
I am scared.
I think my body isn’t as strong as I used to believe, and I fear it will fail me.
I am in pain.
I think I will never again know no-pain, just hopefully, less pain.
I am tired.
I think being a parent means never feeling completely well-rested.
I am alive.
I think as long as I’m alive I will keep growing and changing and staying the same.