Am I the only one that feels bifurcated - split into two? I am one person when I am on the neighborhood cul-de-sac filled with kids, parents, baseballs, scooters, bikes, motorized toy cars and lacrosse sticks, ensuring that Sayer doesn’t hurt any one by accident or have a fit. I am another person when I am at Jacob’s high school research symposium, visiting poster presentations about recycling and biodiesel; socializing with other parents and talking with teachers about potential funders for “green” school projects.
I am one person when I am at an IEP meeting advocating for Sayer’s education program, or arranging for inclusion services for his day camp. I am quite another sipping martinis with a buddy in a
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to sip martinis in an outdoor cafe with the neighborhood moms and dads on the cul de sac, where I would not have that veneer of hypervigilance I have when with Sayer in unstructured settings. Or what it would be like to go to OMSI with Sayer and one of Jacob’s teachers. Or go see the “Sex and the City” movie with Sayer’s teacher. Or take one of my
Clearly, all these people would see completely different sides of me. in different settings and situations. But, would that be good or bad? Do these separate identifies protect us, define us, limit us or liberate us?? I'm not sure of the answer - are you?