Roles
Roles
“So dear, what do you want to be when you grow up”?
“Happy.” happy, happy, happy
Um. I guess she doesn’t get
Like John, I got it
It’s you who can’t understand
When I grow up my title
Won’t define who I am
Younger me wanted a role
You encouraged me to find one
You said there was safety in
Doctor, Lawyer, Teacher, Wife
“Now no one ever said---“
Stop. You did.
Everyone
Did
It starts in
Childhood
“What do you want to be when…”
Teens
“That’s my boy, the star…”
College
“What’s your major? Really? Will you even find a…?”
Life
“So what do you..............?”
Do? Is that what you were going to ask me?
I know your next thought as soon as I reply
I think it too
I’m not blaming you
I’m the one who made the mistake
Somewhere along the way I confused my purpose with the roles I play
And when I did that I attached my purpose to my external abilities
We seek, and pray, and worry that we’ll somehow miss it
The external roles we play are bound to change
Wrapping my worth in the roles of the day to day
Leaves me lost with no direction when things come to an end
My mistake was looking outward when I should have looked within
If my purpose was to whistle
That is already a part of me
So, I’ll whistle while I work
Whistle taking the kids to school
Whistle while I teach
Wash dishes
Get my degree
Roles
Teacher Mom Student Friend Grandparent Doctor Lawyer Janitor
Writer.
Don’t define us
Your role has already been designed waiting inside
Dig deep, and take your time