Some even call me crunchy granola.
Sometimes these hats get mixed up and shoved together and I find myself drumming with my daughter on my lap.
Or sometimes my crunchy insistence that I make everything from scratch requires too much of my time and we run out of bread, cereal, or laundry detergent.
Long ago we made the decision to follow my husband’s career, and it has taken us all over the world. I have always wanted to see the world. But make no mistake, we are following my husband’s career, not mine. And for someone who wants to keep her own identity, that can be tough to swallow.
Always starting over from scratch, fitting who I am into a new place with new people in a new situation can be daunting.
And although I have all these pieces of me that I juggle and organize and carry with me from place to place, there is one that will never change.
I am a child of God. I was created for more, yes even more, than being a mother, wife, therapist, drummer, or crunchy granola. The measurement of who I am starts and ends here. And the radical Jesus, who turned tables in the temple and frustrated the Pharisees beyond measure, is my model for living.
So when we move again and I start over again with all the many hats I wear, I find myself clinging to my true identity. And I wouldn’t change a thing.