I wear many hats. Doula, friend, woman, advocate, activist, etc.
And of course, my most important hat: mother.
Lately the mother hat has been feeling a little big. Falling into my eyes, losing its shape and coming apart at the seams, to be more precise.
I went to sweep the kitchen floor, and realized it was the fifth time I did so today.
Small hands always reaching, grabbing and tugging on my sleeves. Begging for my attention.
Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy!
Same thing, day after day.
Sometimes, I want to play dress up, too. Think of myself as something other than a mother. Remember what it was like to have an identity separate from my children.
I like to believe that I'm good at not letting motherhood define me as a person. Just because I'm a mother, doesn't mean I have to give up who I am.
Sometimes it's just harder than others.
High Heels And All
I like our church. It's very liberal and open, and everyone is so incredibly nice. It's a great community and I'm so glad my kids get to be a part of it.
Now their memories of Christmas will be made up of community, instead of just images of the inside of the mall.
Lately the mother hat has been feeling a little big. Falling into my eyes, losing its shape and coming apart at the seams, to be more precise. 
Sometimes, I want to play dress up, too. Think of myself as something other than a mother. Remember what it was like to have an identity separate from my children.
It was easy and fun to knit.
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