|Identity: Robin & Iris Allen|
Who am I?
Besides my name what is my identity?
I wonder, will it matter when I'm 90 and can't remember where I am or why I'm there, or who my kids are?
For now, I am the one whose name is called more times in a day than I can count. I am the one my kids and family depend on to be strong on the outside when I am really crumbling into millions of pieces on the inside. I am the one who calms my husband. I am the the "dip" lady. I am the one my friend trusts.
I am the one who wipes clean noses, and bottoms, bloodied knees and kitchen counter tops.
I am whoever my family needs me to be- the nurse, the secretary, the carpool mom, the mechanic, the gardener, the shopper, the seamstress, the cook, the play mate, the bookkeeper, the advocate, the bank. I am the maid.
I am a mother. I am a daughter. I am a daughter-in-law. I am a friend. I am a wife. I am a sister. I am a sister-in-law. I am a neighbor. I am a co-worker. I am an aunt, great aunt, great-great aunt.
Change it? No way.
Confused? Absolutely not.. I know exactly who I am.
I am a daughter of the King, a princess, His bride. I am nobody, unless I'm His somebody and I'm His everything.
And no, it won't matter when I no longer remember because He will never forget.
Happy Friday y'all!