How many hats do you wear in a day?
No, I’m not talking physical hats, but those we don when we fulfill a certain role.
Sometimes in the wearing of so many hats—in fulfilling many roles—I seem to lose the essence of who I am. I am Wife. Mom. Friend. Homemaker. Writer. Chef (which may or may not be a generous title for the food I serve up on a daily basis). Lover. Confidante. Counselor. Cheerleader. Maid. Supporter. Teacher. Organizer. Event Planner.
The list could go on.
In wearing various hats, I act out different roles, accomplishing what needs to be done. Helping others in one capacity or another.
I sometimes don different personas, wearing whichever is necessary for the moment.
It’s easy to allow myself to be defined by these roles lived out daily. Each one is necessary for where God has me right now. I get this.
The challenge comes in not losing the essence of who I am in the roles I play.
It’s easy to pour myself into the lives of my children, my husband. It’s easy to set myself aside and listen to a friend as she shares a struggle, a joy, a disappointment.
It’s oh, so easy to adopt a persona so that others only see a facet of who I am.
What’s not easy is to portray the real me some days. To feel, or share what I’m really feeling. To acknowledge my own hopes, my dreams . . . those sparks kept alive by a mere breath deep inside.
It’s not easy to admit my failings as a mom, as a wife, as a friend.
And yet, God created me. He knew the experiences that would shape me into the woman I am today.
God planted dreams within me that He longs to fulfill. He instilled a certain personality with specific bents because He knew the plans He has for me to live out during my days on earth. And what I would require in order to fulfill them.
“Hello, I’m Peter and Edmund’s mom.”
“I’m Hubby’s wife.”
“I’m just the friend.”
No, I am Jeanne Takenaka, God’s girl. His cherished, beloved daughter. I have dreams, wounds, hopes, disappointments. And they are just as valid as the next person’s. I don’t revel in them, but I don’t discount them either.
I am more than the hats I wear. I am a daughter of the living God.
What about you? What hats do you wear in a given day? What defines you?