I Am ...

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.