Growing up, I always had that group that I fit into. During school, I was the goody-goody, getting good grades, always having work done early, actually enjoying classes. After school, I was the athlete, playing soccer or softball, and running cross-country. All weekend long, I was the party girl, bouncing from party to party without a care in the world until Monday morning rolled around (all without my parent's knowledge).
It seems that after graduating and starting a family, I've lost all three of those titles. I'm no longer the goody-goody, the athlete, or the party girl. I'm the mom, the waitress, the wife. It seems that I'm no longer defined so much by what I do, as by what others see me as.
Sometimes I wonder if there's still more to me than what others see. I am a mom: I entertain, I cook, I clean, I teach, I love, I cuddle. I'm a wife: I listen, I talk, I understand, I help, I love.
There are days when I feel as though I should add maid, personal chef, chauffeur, or psychiatrist to my resume. I'm a little of each at any given moment.
Some days I feel loved, some days completely unappreciated. Some days I wonder if this is where I'm meant to be, or if I missed something along the way. I wonder if I still fit in or if I've become the odd girl out.
I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party for one. It just seems that I've changed so much over the years, and sometimes I miss what I used to be. But, I know that I wouldn't change a thing, and I've always believed that things happen for a reason. It's just another page in my story it seems.