Identity Crisis?

You might not know it, but I am an educated person. I have traveled Europe. I have acted in a number of plays, and even helped direct a few. I used to think it impossible to drive to the school or store if I weren't "fully dressed" (including that smile).

However, fifteen years and six pregnancies later, I have taken on a secret identity: I can be found wearing the same mis-matched scrubs I slept in --to drop the children off at school. My hair has always had a mind of its own, but these days I don't bother to tame it before making the "drop-off." I have even walked Millie into her class room in my bargain-pink- floral -granny-slippers from Big Lots. I am offering $0.50 incentives to my third born for getting ready for school without being nagged. I have dared to wear shoes to church without nylons (partly because Abbie borrowed them and find them). My baby sometimes has gunkus in his nose and crumbs on his clothes and I still take him in public, and kiss his messy face. When asked about "maturation topics" I hardly blink before I give an honest and (fairly) open response.

I no longer feel that praying can only be done on my knees, in private.

I wonder if my Secret Identity will become my Only Identity?

In some ways it might not be too bad.

Maybe I'll change it up a little with some circus scrubs or pink floral ones to match my slippers --only if I find them on clearance though.

At least my secret identity is a bit more "flexible."