Know Your Role

I had a meeting today for the event I'm volunteering my time to plan. If I'm completely honest, earlier this week I was a bit disenchanted with my involvement in this event. I got the feeling that there had been miscommunication about my role...or that I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing. I received a phone call yesterday from one of the people in charge of the event. When I got off the phone with her, I felt a HUGE weight lift off my shoulders. No one is mad at me. I'm not letting anyone down. In fact, I was the one who had misunderstood exactly what they wanted me to do; and I like the real role even better.

I expected the meeting today to be fierce. I thought that there was still one person who was going to be out for blood. I was wrong. And I'm glad I was wrong. I am, once again, excited about the event.

By some miracle, my baby boy was an angel during our meeting. (Don't get me wrong. He's very chill and such a good baby. But I had to muck up his routine to take him to this meeting...which was during naptime.) I knew he would fall asleep on our way home, so I opted to take the scenic route home so that he could catch some Z's and maybe reset back into his usual sequence of daily activities.

I've mentioned before that driving is soothing for me. It's something I enjoy. It gives me time to think.

I realized something on my joy ride home. My last blog made it sound like I doubt who I am. That's not accurate. I haven't changed. Sure, I've added "mom" to my life resume, and it's in much bigger font than my other titles right now. But it's my role that has changed; not me.

And I realized it has a domino effect of sorts. I must learn to reshape and refocus everything else through the reality of my mommy role. And that makes it much easier for me to comprehend.

Part of me thinks this was an epiphany of sorts...an "a-ha moment." And part of me thinks it was a "shoulda had a V-8 moment." Either way, I'll take it.