I did it again.
Introduced myself not by name, but as “J’s Mom”.
I really hate it when I do that. It’s not that I’m not proud of my role as a mom, but seriously. I’m still my own person. I’m still me. I’m Megan.
Yes, I’m J’s Mom. And E’s, and M’s. But I’m also Big Daddy’s wife, the daughter of my mother and father, sister to a couple of pretty great brothers. I’m a reader, and a writer, and a taker of pictures. I’m an animal lover, except snakes. I’m a poor housekeeper, and a pretty ok cook. I’m a sports fan, but a poor excuse for an athlete.
I’m a coffee drinker, and a lover of nearly all foods. I’m a learning gardener and wanna-be canner. I’m a volunteer, and a supporter. I’m a shoulder to cry on, and have done my share of crying. I’m a child of God, and still very much an infant.
I’m passionate about my family and my work. I love what I do, am thankful for where I’ve been, and excited about who I am yet to be. I am blessed beyond measure to be surrounded by people who love me, and accept me completely.
I’m happy to be J’s Mom.
But I’m also happy to be Megan.