Identity Crisis

Who am I? I've asked myself that question so many times throughout my life. We live in a culture where, to some extent, a person's identity and the answer to that question define their worth and station in society.

Moms struggle with identities fused with their husbands' and kids'. They're called "Bob's wife" and "Susie's mom." They remember life before "Bob" and "Susie"--when they were their own person; when they were known as "Sally, the great cook" or "Annie, the amazing lawyer" or "Betty, the greatest teacher ever."

But at the end of the day--when all the little ones are tucked into bed, dinner's put away, the house is put back in some semblance of order, and she's laying next to "Bob"--she knows she'd wouldn't want to be called by any other names than the ones she answers to now.

When we're known as someone's wife or someone's mother, it means we're regarded with honor at the way we support our husbands or care for our children. Our commitment and dedication to them is noticed and admired by those titles. It means we're doing our jobs!

Once we get to the place where we can embrace this and understand the beauty of it, we'll be happier and feel more satisfied in our station of life and in the jobs we proudly hold.

I admit, I struggle daily with this and many other things; but I'm working on it. That's part of what this blog is about; it's me "figuring it all out" in the only way I know how: By writing out my thoughts. My hope is that you will find help in "figuring it all out" as you read and react to my posts.

We're all on a journey together. It's a rough road, but it leads somewhere--somewhere eternal. When we find our ultimate identity in God, that's when we find true peace and contentment. This is the identity that truly matters, much more than our identities as wives and mothers.

Actually, it sounds pretty good to be called "Molly, daughter of the King;" don't you think?