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The part where the ego can be crushed or just reminded. Lastly, sigh, here is my bold confession. That's what I keep telling myself, at least. This version has no limits and is not set by the expectations of others. I am coming to terms with who I am without them as my "props." I get to be whatever I want to be. Since that first job review, my grown children have all told me how lucky they felt that I was always there for them growing up. My son gave me my first performance review when he was two, proudly announcing to his dad, "Mommy did a good job today." There was no pay raise or accolades beyond that proclamation. I left the gung-ho, ambitious, aspirational corporate climber behind to be the go-to sleeve for wiping noses and mouths. I was lucky to get to be home with my kids. For me, mom was how I defined myself for the twenty-plus years before I officially became an empty nester. It is sometimes hard as moms to step back and look at ourselves as women independent of the children we bore and raised/are raising. However, I believe that is not fully established yet either and still evolving. I am genuinely trying to embrace and celebrate where I have landed in life. I am proud of where I am, that I am not afraid to try new things, or old ones and be less good at them, or to put myself out there for the world to critique. But I am trying to continue to be that inspiration, role model, whatever I somehow find myself being at times. It has been hard for me to embrace the me that stands solo in front of the camera. Maybe that is why I relegated myself to be behind the camera or only in front with my children by my side as my props.
It has always been hard to see myself as anything short of my own expectations. It doesn't matter if people tell me otherwise. And trying to see a little of it in me has always been a struggle. I don't believe that beauty is the be-all-end-all. And it is how it has worked most of my life. You know how you can look in the mirror and catch yourself in a particular light and think, "Wow, I actually look sort of pretty"? And then you turn your head a certain way and think, "God, what was I thinking?" That is how my mind worked growing up.
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